Spin The Block - Intellectual

[Intro: SEBZERA]

Whole lotta gang shit, yeah

Yuh

[Verse 1: SEBZERA]

Fuckin' on this bitch

She wet as hell, I name her fuckin' Fiji

Niggas cappin' on the track and state they caught a homie geekin'

I will spin on fairy tales, we buy them Glocks, we buy them weekly (Boom, boom)

Any nigga pressed, we take they face and skin of very deeply (Gang)

Only rumors in this place and since I'm killing all these weaklings (Gang, gang, gang)

All my niggas down to slide just like a sandwich, bitch (Tch), we eating

I don't give a fuck, I'l eat the pussy, I was never vegan (Gang)

I don't know why niggas trippin'

Actin' like I won't go stupid

I might fuck another bitch, I think her name was Crispy Keegan

Fuck nigga ain't know nothin' bout my whereabouts

I came from the valley where my niggas came and tear you down

I come from the place where niggas say you not gon' make it out

My shooters call me “Whippy”, five extendos came and sand you down

Niggas really creep the fucking change it's for the safer route

But my connections never have a limit like a wi-fi router

I be somkin' zaza not no boof, nigga, watch your mouth

I be drinkin' henney in the booth, not gon' chase you down

Only make it that ain't scared of beef and that gon' walk you down

And when the time is right we spin the block and we gon' take your frown

[Chorus: SEBZERA & Fatboy Bigzz]

(Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)

We gon' spin the block (Gang)

We gon' spin the block (Gang, gang)

We gon' spin the block (Gang)

Niggas tryna get put on a shirt

I'ma spin the block

We gon' spin the block

We gon' spin the block (Gang, gang)

We gon' spin the block

Niggas tryna get put on a shirt

I'ma spin the block (Uh-huh, yuh)

[Verse 2: Fatboy Bigzz]

Nigga steady cappin’

I ain't with none of that rat shit (Gang, gang, gang)

We gon’ catch you out of bounds

Since yo ass be steady lackin’ (bah, bah, bah)

I was really on that block

And seventeen, was pistol-packin’

Homeboy said that it’s some pressure

Break it down, just like a fraction

Got a double sided clip

I spray his ass just like some mace (Uh-huh)

I ain’t worried ‘bout no cops, just smash the gas and lose the jace (On gang)

He be flexin’ with that sack, he leave it out, then I’ma take (Take)

Remember Tito got his ass whooped, he still can’t feel his face (Gang)

Remember Spooka took a beatin’, he couldn't pop out on the weekend

Niggas talkin’ ‘bout his cancer in my DM’s steady tweakin’

And remember that bitch Keathan?

He can’t pop out here no mo’ (He can’t pop out)

He a pussy kinda like Calico

My nigga trained to blow

And TTB, I’m three and G, you play with me, get left deceased (Get left deceased)

Or get left a D and D

And all my niggas they be creepin’

Fuck a bitch, she ain't for me and I be coolin’ on my team (And I be coolin’)

Yeah

[Chorus: SEBZERA & Fatboy Bigzz]

(Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)

We gon' spin the block (Gang)

We gon' spin the block

Niggas tryna get put on a shirt

I'ma spin the block

We gon' spin the block (Bang, bang, bang)

Niggas tryna get put on a shirt

I'ma spin the block

Gang, gang, gang