YoungBoy Never Broke Again ● Spin & Ben’n

[Chorus]
Look, spin and bendin', with a glizzy
I got youngins tryna catch me, do 'em dirty with it
Your ho tryna fuck me, hold on, come on with it
And [?] how I'm thuggin', tell 'em, "Mind your business"
My niggas know come shoot shit up,...⇣ More

[Chorus]
Look, spin and bendin', with a glizzy
I got youngins tryna catch me, do 'em dirty with it
Your ho tryna fuck me, hold on, come on with it
And [?] how I'm thuggin', tell 'em, "Mind your business"
My niggas know come shoot shit up, [?] murder tie
Different gen' Glocks come out tonight, foreign whips, got several kinds
Her boyfriend another type, tell me who don't know is I
Fuck with this bitch from Baltimore, [?], another type

[Verse 1]
Really rich, suck my dick, we murder, bitch, I said that
Know we caught up in this murder shit, I ain't take this [?], and I read that
Hittin' [?] aimin' out the Scatpack with it
[?] like I'm a reverend
My bitch is from the hood, I lay my [?] and they bang 5
[?] at war 'causе niggas tryna sing, pull up where niggas dyin'
On Instagram, I cook like that, that's why my lifе bang 'til I die
Better tell a bitch, [?] Ks, better think 'bout my mama cryin'
Come through with my enemies sittin' behind the line
Money be my remedy, I put my [?] pole aside
Sit up in my face, they'll be tellin' lies, alright
Smoke some shit, they'll probably blow on mine, I don't need no Xans

[Chorus]

Look, spin and bendin', with a glizzy
I got youngins tryna catch me, do 'em dirty with it
Your ho tryna fuck me, hold on, come on with it
I'm like, "Hold on, bae, I'm thuggin', baby, mind your business"
My niggas know come shoot shit up, [?] murder tie
Different gen' Glocks come out tonight, foreign whips, got several kinds
Her boyfriend another type, tell me who don't know is I
Fuck with this bitch from Baltimore, [?], another type

[Verse 2]
Sick of all this fake shit, know they swing that Glock on me
Nigga know we face shit, I'm knowin' for a fact they see
Dirty bitch gon' try and put the blame on me, stanky ho
I be stackin' 'til I'm off house arrest and back up on the road
Kicikn', pimpin' on the ass, and I'm dawgin' all these hoes
Real [?] tote that MAC, and I know you know it though
[?] it was knockin' at my grand door
DIss at me, we gon' stalk yo' man and kill a bitch on side the store
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[Chorus]
Look, spin and bendin', with a glizzy
I got youngins tryna catch me, do 'em dirty with it
Your ho tryna fuck me, hold on, come on with it
I'm like, "Hold on, bae, I'm thuggin', baby, mind your business"
My niggas know come shoot shit up, [?] murder tie
Different gen' Glocks come out tonight, foreign whips, got several kinds
Her boyfriend another type, tell me who don't know is I
Fuck with this bitch from Baltimore, [?], another type

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