Lyrics Spinners & Shotguns - Carns Hill, SOUTHSIDE jb

Spinners & Shotguns

Look, violent pagan
JB, that nigga they hate on
Man, I cabbage a boy, he’s a veggie now
And his mum’s at his side tryna stay strong
Man, I whip up the chotch, get cake on
My yout, that’s what we get paid from
Dem boy can’t fuck with the outlaw
Cuh it’s dem boy that a man blaze on
You’re like «where's all my days gone?»
Left side of your face, man rave on
Man, I leave bloodstains from a fuckboy
On the same concrete that I once played on
The same concrete another boy laid on
I’ll shoot a hero with his cape on
I’ll shoot him in his chest, take him off the ground
Put him in the air like Ray, don
Man, I’ll slap out the .45 special
Then wipe down the spinner in Dettol
I’ll do him with the icepick a hundred times
In his face, now the boy’s got freckle
Likkle man, take time and sekkle
Tek weh your kettle, not a Breville
I don’t try too much, shit’s easy
I still show my man about levels
Spinners and shottys, hitting them bodies
This is how them niggas got me
Smoking that broccoli, I’ve got a dolly
She like to play with that cocky
I’ve got that rocky, whip it up properly
I might just turn to John Gotti
Spinners and shottys, hitting them bodies
This is how them niggas got me
Spinners and shottys, hitting them bodies
This is how them niggas got me
Smoking that broccoli, I’ve got a dolly
She like to play with that cocky
I’ve got that rocky, whip it up properly
I might just turn to John Gotti
Spinners and shottys, hitting them bodies
This is how them niggas got me
Take these rhinos, mask and gloves when I ride
I ain’t tryna get a case like iPhones
These fucking snitches give statements
That’s written in Biros
Burn his skin in petrol
Hope that the snitch boy die slow
Bruck down a brick, that’s easy
Fam, I shot Os, you’re a typo
In a Golf Volkswagen
With a Dragon, nigga, not Spyro
Bitch give me head for an hour
I just lay back with my eyes closed
Her little sister’s fucked up
Bitch keeps looking through the spyhole
Pretend like I never saw her
Let the bitch blow like lightbulbs
I wet a nigga up like lifeboats
Wet a nigga up like lifeboats
You don’t need too much good aim
With a big MAC, that’s quite known
Whip up the chotch in a way
Left hand doing up cyclone, real badboy pon the microphone
Spinners and shottys, hitting them bodies
This is how them niggas got me
Smoking that broccoli, I’ve got a dolly
She like to play with that cocky
I’ve got that rocky, whip it up properly
I might just turn to John Gotti
Spinners and shottys, hitting them bodies
This is how them niggas got me
Spinners and shottys, hitting them bodies
This is how them niggas got me
Smoking that broccoli, I’ve got a dolly
She like to play with that cocky
I’ve got that rocky, whip it up properly
I might just turn to John Gotti
Spinners and shottys, hitting them bodies
This is how them niggas got me