Spin the Block Lyrics – Future

Spin the Block Lyrics by Future

(Spin, spin) Southside in this muhf#cka
If they gon’ come down and do it all (ATL Jacob)
They gon’ turn back around too, they-they coming back around
Atlanta to the Chi’, all the way around (yeah!)

Spin the block, spin it one more time (all the way, all the way)
Got the drop on you, sittin’ outside (skrt, skrt)
Me and Durkio go back to back (back to back)
Hangin’ out the window, Mac to Mac (brr)

Spin the block, n#gg#, spin it one more time
Unload that Glock, n#gg#, load that one more time
F*ck them cops, n#gg#, spin it one more time
Hit the spot then I’m hittin’ it one more time

I’m a southside Englewood n#gg# with a check
How the f*ck you into it with us and you ain’t kill nobody yet?
You was holdin’ up diplomas, they was holdin’ a Patek
While my migos drink Corona, we was pourin’ up the Tech

So don’t ever front your move, ’cause Booka catch you through the back
Ain’t no rumors for no school, paperwork and spittin’ facts
And they goin’ off my word, only time they give it back
And my brother lost that trial time, he tryna give it back (gang)

We be rollin’ in the lobby, we be mixin’ it with flats
That’s why they don’t play with me ’cause I’m not friendly with the threats
Only The Family in my eyes, I got it tatted on my neck
I just took a flight to Detroit, got some head playin’ Dex

While my baby mamas trippin’ thinkin’ they made my life a wreck
And they all thought I was tripping ’cause I said his #ss a wreck (hoe)
Why they steady ask for cash, and they know their #ss in debt (let’s get it)
In that city we doing 9, that sh#t first flight to the feds

They wanna kill us (kill us)
Foenem geekin’ off them dots, they wanna drill up (drill up)
I know some n#gg#s payin’ rent, doin’ fill ups
Before they talk to me, these n#gg#s rather talk to pillows

We talkin’ to these trenches, n#gg#s act like they don’t hear
I throw my set up with that draco ’cause we bang
These n#gg#s mad, they turned to opps ’cause they can’t hang (facts)
They tried to drag my name through mud ’cause they ain’t gang (facts)

They say they family but they don’t understand my pain (facts)
Told them old-heads, sit back, just don’t get involved
And that dope they got ain’t sellin’, they brought fentanyl (fentanyl)
23 and 1, no visits, I ain’t get a call (ain’t get a call)

Foenem put them beams on you, look like chicken pox (chicken pox)
And that gun I got, that sh#t don’t even come in stocks (brrah)
And that n#gg# I call my plug, his sh#t don’t come in rocks
And I heard my ex-b#tch out here bad, I heard she full of cocks

And you’d think he f*ck with Craig, the way he flippin’ cars (brr)
Ooh, ridin’ ’round with your draco (ridin’ ’round with a draco)
Ooh, ridin’ ’round with your mask on (I’m ridin’ ’round with my mask on)
Ooh, ridin’ ’round with your Glock out (I’m ridin’ ’round with that Glock out)

Ooh, shout-out n#gg#s who gon’ rock out (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ooh, I ride around with that draco (ridin’ ’round with that draco)
Ooh, I ride around with my mask on (with my mask on)
Ooh, I ride around my check up (’round that my check up)

Ooh, I ride around with my mask on (let’s get it)
Spin the block, spin it one more time (all the way, all the way)
Got the drop on you, sittin’ outside (skrt, skrt)
Me and Durkio go back to back (back to back)

Hangin’ out the window, Mac to Mac (brr)
Spin the block, n#gg#, spin it one more time
Unload that Glock, n#gg#, load that one more time
F*ck them cops, n#gg#, spin it one more time

Hit the spot then I’m hittin’ it one more time
I’m a hot n#gg#, sound like Juvenile
Hit the pot, n#gg#, hold the other side
Off that block, where the sh#t get pop-popped

Bullet brr, sprinkle, sprinkle, bodies drop, drop (brr, brr)
Every hour, there’s a homicide
F*ck them cowards, they can’t come outside
Soon as you up the tool, oh, ain’t ’bout to let it fly

n#gg#s get out of line, gotta let it die
Spin the block and spin it one more time
Hit the top, hit it one more time (let’s go)
Spin the block, spin it one more time

Drop the top, it’s a Aston Martin
Ask my Zoe, he gon’ ride or die
Kick a door, we go eye for eye
Split the goal, blood on your mind

Aventador, I can touch the sky
Out the jungle, like no track and field
Baby gangster, get it how you live
RondoNumbaNine, get you out of here

I just turned the Gucci socks to a ski-mask
I stopped drankin’ for a month, then I relapsed
Got my hood sewed up and I don’t be there (I got dawgs)
Bought some chains for my n#gg#s, what they be ’bout?

Give a b#tch ten Gs when she leave out
Catch the bullets from the stick, cut your sleeves out
Going straight for the hit, then you ease out
Do a U-turn, hit ’em up, then speed out

Ain’t no lead on, just somethin’ to read ’bout
Spin the block, spin it one more time
Hit your block, say it’s man down
Hit his top, hit him one more time

Spin the block, hit it one more time
All the way, all the way
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Future Lyrics – Spin the Block

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Spin the Block