Spin&Ben'n

(Play that back, Lucent) (Timmy Da HitMan) Look, spin and bendin', yeah, with a glizzy I got youngin tryna catch 'em and do 'em dirty with it Your ho tryna fuck me, told her, "Come on with it" I'm like, "Ho, don't know I'm thuggin'? Better mind your business" My lil' nigga just know come shoot shit up, he the murder type Different gen' Glocks, another type, foreign whips, got several kinds Her boyfriend another type, tell me who don't know is I Fuck with this bitch from Baltimore, from the same place, got another type Really rich, you can suck my dick, get murdered, bitch, I said that Know we caught up in this murder shit, I ain't take the script and I read that Pussy nigga, just another pack, aimin' out the Scat Pack where your head at Kickin' my flow to my four like I'm the reverend Got bitches from the hood I lay my bed at, they bang 5 Why I went to war? 'Cause niggas tried the same hood where niggas died No Instagram, I could get life, that's why my life ain't televised Better tell the bitch I'll take his life, better think about his mama cryin' Come back with my enemies sittin' behind the line Money be my remedy and plus my bro just poured a five Sit up in my face, that ho be tellin' lies, oh, man Smoke some shit that'll probably blow her mind, I don't need no Xans Spin and bendin', yeah, with a glizzy I got youngin tryna catch 'em and do 'em dirty with it Your ho tryna fuck me, told her, "Come on with it" I'm like, "Ho, don't know I'm thuggin'? Better mind your business" My lil' nigga just know come shoot shit up, he the murder type Different gen' Glock, another type, foreign whips, got several kinds Her boyfriend another type, tell me who don't know is I Fuck with this bitch from Baltimore, from the same place, got another type Sick of all this fake shit, know they turn they back on me Nigga know we face shit, I'm knowin' for a fact they see Dirty bitch gon' try to put the blame on me, stinky ho I be stackin' riches 'til I'm off house arrest and back out on the road Kickin', pimpin', know that I'm a vet, I'm doggin' all these hoes Real mack and tote that MAC, bitch, I know you know it though Gone when the Law came and was knockin' at my grandad door Diss at me, we gon' stalk that man, might kill at bitch on side the store Yellow bone, she gon' take me down, baby, whoa, whoa One on the way, told her she can stay if can she get along with the ho I live alone, the bitch'll stay just to be up in here with my bro Bitch know that she can't stay, told her pack her shit, I gotta go to court Look, spin and bendin', yeah, with a glizzy I got youngin tryna catch 'em and do 'em dirty with it Your ho tryna fuck me, told her, "Come on with it" I'm like, "Ho, don't know I'm thuggin'? Better mind your business" Look, spin and bendin', yeah, with a glizzy I got youngin tryna catch 'em and do 'em dirty with it Your ho tryna fuck me, told her, "Come on with it" I'm like, "Ho, don't know I'm thuggin'? Better mind your business" (Play that back, Lucent) (Timmy Da HitMan)