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Jace Iayze - Spin It Lyrics

[Chorus: Iayze]
I ain't hoppin' in that car if the windows ain't tinted (Bitch)
She want me to fuck her, I'm like bitch I got you in a minute (In a minute hoe)
I just pulled up in that foreign thing, it's looking rented (Bitch)
And I'm smoking on this blunt, it look like I just put spinach in it
Hit that block, kill that bitch when I spin it, spin it

[Verse: Iayze]
That's a lot, that's a lot, I got guap
That's yo thot, that's yo thot, she gave top
In that drop top, looking for them opps
Pussy try to test me, how he end up popped
It looked like a XD, but I'm totin' the Glock
Look at my wrist bitch, that shit be on freeze
I know rollin' 60's, 52's and Trey P's
If you let that chain hang off yo neck that shit I keep
I be rollin' round a murder with my pipe on me
Bitch I'm back, bitch I'm back
Bitch I'm back in a murder lookin' for opps to heat
Bitch I'm back, bitch I'm back

[Chorus: Iayze]
I ain't hoppin' in that car if the windows ain't tinted (Bitch)
She want to me fuck her, I'm like bitch I got you in a minute (In a minute hoe)
I just pulled up in that foreign thing, it's looking rented (Bitch)
And I'm smoking on this blunt, it look like I just put spinach in it
Hit that block, kill that bitch when I spin it, spin it
[Verse: SGBatman]
I know 4's Vice Lords and BDs
The opps they want me dead gon' have to kill me
If you really out here in these streets then you gon' have to feel me
And I'm the king of drill, the king of killing beef
I done bust all on her eye she can't even see
Might not shoot the 3, I'm in the post like I'm Kareem
Mister move different, I grab the glizzy let off steam
You ain't shooting shit, your opps alive, my opps deceased
Doing all that dissin' on my name, ain't kill a thing that ain't real beef
She sucking dick in the car, yea she uber eats
Sick of these niggas been faking this gangsta shit, shoot at me atleast
Actin' like you a bitch, movin' around when shit get real deep
I'm hooded up, creepin' in yo bushes bitch you know I'm a real creep

[Chorus: Iayze]
I ain't hoppin' in that car if the windows ain't tinted (Bitch)
She want me to fuck her, I'm like bitch I got you in a minute (In a minute hoe)
I just pulled up in that foreign thing, it's looking rented (Bitch)
And I'm smoking on this blunt, it look like I just put spinach in it
Hit that block, kill that bitch when I spin it, spin it

[Verse: 30DeepGrimey]
We in this bitch with chops, we in this bitch with Glocks
I heard the feds listening (Shh), we in this bitch with props
I ran it up and got a bag and put my niggas in it
He tried to park, I let it spark and hit his fitted, fitted
Don't fuck with [?], I popped a narc it got me dizzy, dizzy
Don't call my phone I'm gon' decline, cause I be busy, busy
I ain't hoppin' in no box, that's a stitchy sitchy
I ain't totin' on no Glocks, unless it got a switchy
I ain't trickin' on no thot, bitch it's fifty, fifty
Who that say I duck my top, I'm in the city, city
Yea, bitch I'm back
What?
Bitch I'm back
Yea, niggas cap
Pull up he get clapped
Yea, bitch I'm back
What?
Bitch I'm back
[Chorus: Iayze]
I ain't hoppin' in that car if the windows ain't tinted (Bitch)
She want me to fuck her, I'm like bitch I got you in a minute (In a minute hoe)
I just pulled up in that foreign thing, it's looking rented (Bitch)
And I'm smoking on this blunt, it look like I just put spinach in it
Hit that block, kill that bitch when I spin it, spin it