In Reverse

By Fireface Abraham

Released on July 8, 2021

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[Intro]

Yeah

Cardona, hit this shit up, nigga

Yeah

Look, look, look, look

Yeah


[Chorus]

Spin through your block in reverse

I keep a Glock up in church

She want a purse, I might just buy her a birk'

She see my face, she like when I smurk or smile

I ain't been here in a while

Gettin' my money, I stack it in piles, wow

Yeah, that's my drip, I got blue blood, I'm really real Crip

I hit the glizzy bop, Crip walk and dip


[Verse 1]

I got green money, I call that bluefaces

At the table, feel amazing, say graces

Get a lawyer, do the race, no Tay K

That boy talk with lisp, yeah, he got them new braces

Niggas be trippin' like , "Cuz, tie your laces"

I can't go to court, no I don't got no cases, don't got no cases

Switch up the flow, just like the gardener, I used your hoe

Don't say I'm gang, nigga, I ain't your bro

Blow out the candles, I got the room lit

Turn up my headphones, I'm back in a bit

I got 69 shots, nigga don't be a snitch

I'm gettin' money, yeah I'm gettin' rich, no Roddy, chances of you down below? prolly

That girl's diamonds, they be twerkin' like Cardi

Hit a Benzo, then I might buy a 'Rari, or a Bugatti

Spin through your block in reverse, bad girl, she givin' me work like Rihanna, but she yellow so I call her "Banana"


[Chorus]

Spin through your block in reverse

I keep a Glock up in church

She want a purse, I might just buy her a birk'

She see my face, she like when I smurk or smile

I ain't been here in a while

Gettin' my money, I stack it in piles, wow

Yeah, that's my drip, I got blue blood, I'm really real Crip

I hit the glizzy bop, Crip walk and dip


[Verse 2]

I'm back on the lean, nigga, give me a sip

When we shooting, we gon' shoot up his lip, ouu

Flows so sick like I just caught a flu

Now the opps late, It's like curfew

How many niggas hate me? Not a few

She tryna Digga D, I'm not talkin' bout "Bluuwuu"

But it's whatever, step in the spot and I'm changin' the weather, got the game freezing, it's cold like December

The opps won't forget me, there's no one to remember

You a dumb nigga, I just met a hoe, yeah she a gold digger

I'm hittin' W's, no L's, got a leather jacket and an LV belt, ayy

Come with a gun 'fore I meet ya, I'm about cheese like a motherfuckin' pizza, ayy

I told her open a tanny, she wan shake it in Miami, but that bitch got cheeks like Sandy

I'm going Macho, nigga, no Randy, I swear when I blow, gotta get me a grammy


[Chorus]

Spin through your block in reverse

I keep a Glock up in church

She want a purse, I might just buy her a birk'

She see my face, she like when I smurk or smile

I ain't been here in a while

Gettin' my money, I stack it in piles, wow

Yeah, that's my drip, I got blue blood, I'm really real Crip

I hit the glizzy bop, Crip walk and dip