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lirik lagu yn dripz - "spin that zone"

[intro: yn dripz]
(ayy, yn dripz in this b~tch, f~ck the opps, huh?)
yeah, yeah, yeah
f~ck around and find out (boom, boom!)
spin that, spin that, spin that block, b~tch!
(free boogz, free trigga, n~gga!)
let’s get it
brrt, brrt! ayy!

[chorus: yn dripz]
tell them f~ckin’ pigs come get me, i ain’t duckin’ nothin’ (f~ck 12!)
got them youngins geekin’ off a pill, they tryna slump somethin’ (go, go!)
ayy, madman—ain’t no talkin’ when i pull up thumpin’ (bah!)
b~tch, act bold, i dare you, i swear i’ll dump somethin’ (p~ssy!)
i see red in my eyes, i don’t talk—i just ride (skrrt!)
talk sl!ck, now his mama gotta cry
in the trap with them hitters waitin’ outside
catch him slippin’ on his block, now his name gettin’ fried (boom!)

[verse 1: yn dripz]
booted off them percs, in my shooter whip (skrrt!)
f~ck around, get chalked, they gon’ zip that lip (zip ‘em!)
tell that b~tch boy, don’t come near my strip
we spin twice, thеn spin again with extended clips (b~tch!)
twеlve bodies in my hood, you know what time it is (facts!)
ain’t no peace treaty, only murder bids (uh~huh!)
catch him lackin’ in the church, spray the sermon, kid (blah~blah!)
left his brains on his momma like the verdict did (p~ssy!)
stick in the bag like a lunchbox
slide in the ‘burbs, broad day with a drop~top
ho from the ‘nolia keep beggin’ for a wristw~tch
told her, “shut up and stash this .40 in your flip~flops” (hold that!)
free my twin, he done did a 187
we was thuggin’ since eleven, now we sendin’ n~ggas heaven
put a tag on your toe like a coupon
my opps be online, but in person, they just run (boom!)
[chorus: yn dripz]
tell them f~ckin’ pigs come get me, i ain’t duckin’ nothin’ (nah!)
got them youngins geekin’ off a pill, they tryna slump somethin’ (go slide!)
ayy, madman—ain’t no talkin’ when i pull up thumpin’ (rrah!)
b~tch, act bold, i dare you, i swear i’ll dump somethin’
i see red in my eyes, i don’t talk—i just ride (huh!)
talk sl!ck, now his mama gotta cry (cry, ho!)
in the trap with them hitters waitin’ outside
catch him slippin’ on his block, now his name gettin’ fried

[verse 2: yn dripz]
i don’t trust no ho, i just bust then i’m ghost (gone!)
they be switchin’ more than lanes, i be posted with the smoke (boom!)
n~ggas cappin’ on they homies, that’s why i move solo (solo!)
i be hangin’ with them demons, got the reaper on go~go (brrrt!)
slide with a drum like a band geek
pull up to his momma crib, leave his man weak
heard that n~gga made a post, now he can’t speak
gave his ass 30 like curry from the d~mn three (swish!)
my block hot like lava, can’t stand close
we be stackin’ up bodies like legos
whole city know my name, i ain’t gotta boast
still’ll slap a rapper up for gettin’ too close (pow!)
i got smoke for days, opps goin’ in waves
told lil’ bro chill, he just upped it in broad day
told my shorty “don’t pray, just aim and spray”
i got death on my back, but i’m built for the weight (yuh!)
[chorus: yn dripz]
tell them f~ckin’ pigs come get me, i ain’t duckin’ nothin’ (f~ck ‘em!)
got them youngins geekin’ off a pill, they tryna slump somethin’ (go!)
ayy, madman—ain’t no talkin’ when i pull up thumpin’
b~tch, act bold, i dare you, i swear i’ll dump somethin’
i see red in my eyes, i don’t talk—i just ride
talk sl!ck, now his mama gotta cry
in the trap with them hitters waitin’ outside
catch him slippin’ on his block, now his name gettin’ fried (boom, boom, boom!)

[outro: yn dripz]
yeah…
y’all thought this was sweet?
p~ssy~ass n~ggas better check the score, we up double digits
free all my steppers
yn dripz, b~tch—don’t play!
(brrrt! bow! boom!)

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