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spin again - otf grim rippa & k9 drilla lyrics

[intro: otf grim rippa & k9 drilla]
brrt, brrt, brrt, b*tch
grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
f*ck you talkin’ ‘bout?
yeah, it’s rippa and k9, ho
otf sh*t, b*tch, spin again or don’t spin at all, p*ssy

[chorus: otf grim rippa & k9 drilla]
it’s just me and my dawg, two sticks in the car, we lookin’ for somethin’ to smoke (grrah, grrah)
b*tch, i don’t talk, i just aim at his head, leave his dumb ass flat on the road (boom, boom)
f*ck that hoe, she a groupie, i’m too lit to cuff, she can ride then go (get gone)
if he dissin’ on gang, we gon’ creep through his lane, make his face hit the floor (b*tch, go!)
ayy, f*ck what you claim, we slide on them names, we don’t type, we show (we show)
i got k9 in the back with the chop, b*tch, ready to blow (grrah)
you talkin’ that sh*t, we don’t fight, lil’ b*tch, we just up and explode (boom, boom, boom)
it’s just me and my dawg, two sticks in the car, we lookin’ for somеthin’ to smoke

[verse 1: otf grim rippa]
b*tch, i’m from that side wherе they die for the wrong look
talk tough online, then his chain get the song took
we don’t play tag, lil’ b*tch, we play body bag
hit a opp twice, make his soul do a run back
f*ck that talkin’, i’m outside with the pole out
whole clip dumped, had to pray that it don’t jam out
b*tch, i’m that n*gga, ask the opps what the smoke bout
catch him in the store, make him crash when the shots shout
i don’t give a f*ck ‘bout fame, ho, i want vengeance
run up on me, you gon’ die with a sentence
f*ck yo lil’ clique, all them boys just gimmicks
catch his baby mama and i still ain’t flinchin’
you talk tough, ho, but you scared of the kitchen
you don’t cook beef, b*tch, you just do dishes
[verse 2: k9 drilla]
b*tch, i’m the one with the glock in the club
you look wrong, you get popped in the club (brrt)
f*ck your homie, he dropped in the mud
whole team spin like blades, no love
p*ssy, i’m heartless, still talk to the devil
still keep sh*lls like a f*ckin’ arm level
i ain’t signin’ sh*t, ho, i’m still in the ghetto
still got weight, still move that metal
f*ck them blogs, they cap, they lame
all that talk, i’m bustin’ that flame
k9 drilla, b*tch, remember the name
spray that whip, then p*ss on the frame

[bridge: otf grim rippa & k9 drilla]
b*tch, we spinnin’ again (spin)
f*ck yo block, f*ck yo friends (f*ck ‘em)
ayy, we don’t care who in that benz
they all get clipped when it bend (baow)
slide with the chop, no talk (nah)
mask on, b*tch, we hawk (grrah)
otf, this sh*t dark (dark)
catch one, leave ‘em parked (skrrt)
[outro: otf grim rippa]
grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
b*tch, we don’t miss, we repeat
you f*ck with one, you f*ck with me
and that’s otf ‘til i’m six feet, ho
rippa out

- otf grim rippa k9 drilla lyrics

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