Beatbox(Remix)

Go, go
Go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Spin, spin, spin
(Drilltime, what you cookin'?)

Ayy, dirty Glock 19 shoot his head off (ayy)
Spin a nigga block, run his mans down (ayy)
Shoot him in his mouth, what he saying now? (Ayy)
Pull up to his house, I'ma air it out
Niggas on some ho shit, I'ma up the score quick
Nigga you ain't Cutt, how the fuck you on big 4 shit?
Whoppa, what this nigga on? He ain't did no hits
He ain't got no rank, he ain't never blow shit
That's the same Drac' from last year, y'all still got old sticks
We just sweeped the block and dropped some opps, we need some more sticks
Sorry, baby I smoke dead opps, that's why they smoke quick
Whole three-five in my 'Wood, I just rolled it
Ridin' with a G-lock, bust soon as I see opps
It's a stolen car so I'm gon' duck soon as I see cops
I'm starting to believe my opps when they say they guns TV props
They videos the only thing getting shot, and nigga, we not (drilltime, what you cookin'?)
Shorty done smoked four opps back to back, they got the streets hot
Extorted him, y'all might think he a gangsta, I know he not
Baby Glockiana in my pocket, I'm in V Live
That boy ain't no soldier, he a bitch, we all know he lied (ayy)
Last nigga dissing on my brothers, you know he died
Yo brother died, boy go check on your mama, you know she crying
These niggas telling other niggas tales like they T-I
I think I can spot my opps from anywhere like I got three eyes (ayy)
Blrrd died, fhh died, ugh died, streets hot
Oh you miss your brother? Boy, you shoulda died when he died
They gon' need the whole airport for us 'cause they know we fly
They gon' think we just came out the oven, they know we hot
Now I ride backseat of Maybach, used to be police cars
Even all my opps, they hear my songs and be like: He hard
They say: Last year, Spin you went too hard, time to go three hard
I pour dead opps all in my cup, it make me pee hard