(It's Kosfinger, baby)
(Yo, Lucas, you heard?)
f*ck .40 cal, man, you know that we smoke 'em
I told bro just to pass me the boulder
I don't know how they dissing my deads, like
All of they friends on they side, yeah, they dead
Jayrip, Nazzy, C-Hii, Blay
All of them nigg*s is dead in a grave
That's on bro, nigg*s got me on hots
I told BBG, "Pass me the chop, I'ma flock"
Don't forget that it's still free 30
Always on court, 14 on my jersey
See the Gz I'ma clear out the scene
Smokin' on Dummy, got put on a tee
Like, all Amiri, on my body
f*ck that I've just been smoking on Lotti
On court tryna' make every basket
Catch a 9Raq then I'ma get to clappin' (like)
They know I keep a heater for all of my opps
And we spinnin' if we get the drop
They know we winning they easy to pop
We addicted to sinning and squeezing them Glocks
They spun the B now we beating they block
This 4-0 got a beam you could see if they shot (like)
Bro let it sing, make 'em bleed with a chop
We gon' bless you for sneezing and cleaning ya snot
They wanna flock now they wanna track me
Can't no opp ever say that he lack me
Dada kept rappin', got jumped and they clapped em'
sh*t up and that's the casket (like)
I stay with a gun, we don't do no lackin'
You can run, either way, I'ma blast
You ain't blow that lil' nigg* pass (like)
Close we throw that like we ain't matchin' like (like, like)
f*ck Diddy, yeah, I stay on that sh*t
If I catch me a goon, I'ma flare out the whip
.45 for this money, yeah, I stay with a grip
I know an opp that got shot in his leg
And the other one died in a whip
That could never be me, I would've upped my blick
(Grrah, grrah, graah, grrah, grrah) like, like
We tryna catch one, head out the V (like)
And we spun in they flame made em' fell on they feet (like, like)
I know a opp, he was here for me (like)
Almost died to bitches tryna get some cheeks (like)
It's a new nigg* dissin' every week
nigg*s ain't do sh*t, they be sayin' it's beef (like)
I keep my lead every day of the week
nigg* why is you scared if you up in these streets?
f*ck .40 cal, man, you know that we smoke 'em
I told bro just to pass me the boulder
I don't know how they dissing my deads, like
All of they friends on they side, yeah, they dead
Know I keep a heater for all of my opps
And we spinnin' if we get the drop
They know we winning they easy to pop
We addicted to sinning and squeezing them Glocks
The lyrics of Sugarhill Ddot's song "Spinnin'" depict a narrative of street life, violence, and retribution. The singer starts by proclaiming his disregard for his enemies, boasting about his willingness to confront them head-on. The references to "smokin'" and "pass me the chop" suggest a readiness for conflict and a sense of invincibility. The singer also mentions fallen comrades, honoring their memory by listing their names and affirming their loyalty even in death.
The chorus of the song emphasizes the singer's preparedness for violence, signaling that they are armed and ready to retaliate against any threats. The imagery of "spinnin'" alludes to the rapid and volatile nature of their actions, hinting at a cycle of revenge and retribution. The references to guns and eliminating rivals indicate a life filled with danger and constant vigilance.
The verses continue with vivid descriptions of confrontations and confrontational scenarios, highlighting the singer's determination to protect themselves and their crew. The use of slang and coded language reflects the singer's familiarity with the street culture and the need to communicate discreetly about their dealings. The references to specific incidents, such as shootings and close calls, add a sense of urgency and tension to the narrative.
Overall, the lyrics of "Spinnin'" by Sugarhill Ddot paint a gritty and raw portrait of life on the streets, filled with danger, loyalty, and a constant sense of threat. The singer's defiant tone and bravado convey a mix of bravado and vulnerability, showcasing the complexities of navigating a world where violence is a constant presence. The repetition of certain phrases and sounds in the song adds a rhythmic intensity that mirrors the adrenaline-fueled nature of the situations described.
f*ck .40 cal, man, you know that we smoke 'em
Forget the .40 caliber; we eliminate our foes effortlessly.
I told bro just to pass me the boulder
I instructed my friend to hand me the firearm, likening it to a heavy rock or weapon.
I don't know how they dissing my deads, like
I’m confused about how people are disrespecting my fallen friends.
All of they friends on they side, yeah, they dead
All of their allies are also deceased, highlighting my triumph over them.
Jayrip, Nazzy, C-Hii, Blay
I remember and pay tribute to my deceased friends: Jayrip, Nazzy, C-Hii, and Blay.
All of them nigg*s is dead in a grave
These individuals are no longer alive; they have been buried.
That's on bro, nigg*s got me on hots
I assure you, I’m feeling pressured and agitated by these circ*mstances.
I told BBG, 'Pass me the chop, I'ma flock'
I instructed my crew member BBG to give me the gun, as I’m ready to attack.
Don't forget that it's still free 30
Let’s not forget that our friend 30 is still imprisoned and is not forgotten.
Always on court, 14 on my jersey
I’m always in the action, like a player with the number 14 on my uniform.
See the Gz I'ma clear out the scene
When I encounter the gangsters, I’ll eliminate them from the area.
Smokin' on Dummy, got put on a tee
I’m consuming a type of cannabis named Dummy, while also indicating someone who has been killed, getting ‘put on a t-shirt’ in their memory.
Like, all Amiri, on my body
I’m dressed in high-end Amiri clothing, showing off my wealth.
f*ck that I've just been smoking on Lotti
Forget everything; I’ve solely been enjoying cannabis named Lotti.
On court tryna' make every basket
In this life, I’m trying to succeed at every opportunity, akin to making baskets in basketball.
Catch a 9Raq then I'ma get to clappin' (like)
If I encounter a rival 9Raq, I’ll start shooting at them.
They know I keep a heater for all of my opps
My enemies are aware that I always carry a firearm for protection.
And we spinnin' if we get the drop
We’ll retaliate aggressively if we receive intel about our opponents.
They know we winning they easy to pop
Our rivals are aware that we’re successful and easily defeat them.
We addicted to sinning and squeezing them Glocks
We have a compulsive urge for violence, consistently using our guns.
They spun the B now we beating they block
Once they came into our area, we retaliated by attacking their territory.
This 4-0 got a beam you could see if they shot (like)
This .40 caliber gun has a laser sight that indicates where we aim.
Bro let it sing, make 'em bleed with a chop
My partner fires the weapon, causing our enemies to be injured.
We gon' bless you for sneezing and cleaning ya snot
We’ll notionally reward you for showing any sign of weakness or vulnerability.
They wanna flock now they wanna track me
My enemies are trying to gather forces against me and monitor my movements.
Can't no opp ever say that he lack me
No rival can ever claim that I lack the courage or resolve to confront them.
Dada kept rappin', got jumped and they clapped em'
While Dada was focused on music, he was overpowered and attacked by enemies.
sh*t up and that's the casket (like)
This situation resulted in death, leading to burial or the end of life.
I stay with a gun, we don't do no lackin'
I always carry a weapon; we never leave ourselves unprotected.
You can run, either way, I'ma blast
Even if you try to flee, I will still shoot at you.
You ain't blow that lil' nigg* pass (like)
If you can't defend yourself, then I’ll take you down without remorse.
Close we throw that like we ain't matchin' like (like, like)
We’ll throw our weapons or attacks quickly, as if we’re perfectly in sync.
f*ck Diddy, yeah, I stay on that sh*t
I disregard any influences and stay true to my group’s lifestyle.
If I catch me a goon, I'ma flare out the whip
If I spot a gang affiliate, I’ll aggressively confront them from my vehicle.
.45 for this money, yeah, I stay with a grip
I have a .45 caliber gun that I keep close when handling money.
I know an opp that got shot in his leg
I’m aware of a rival who suffered an injury in his leg.
And the other one died in a whip
Another rival was killed while inside a vehicle.
That could never be me, I would've upped my blick
I would never allow such things to happen to me; I would defend myself.
(Grrah, grrah, graah, grrah, grrah) like, like
Sounds of gunfire conveying activity and intensity in the situation.
We tryna catch one, head out the V (like)
We’re looking to confront someone as we exit our vehicle.
And we spun in they flame made em' fell on they feet (like, like)
We retaliated against them, forcing them to retreat or lose their standing.
I know a opp, he was here for me (like)
I’m aware of an enemy who was specifically targeting me.
Almost died to bitches tryna get some cheeks (like)
I narrowly escaped death from individuals who were distractingly pursuing relationships.
It's a new nigg* dissin' every week
Every week brings a new rival trying to insult or challenge me.
nigg*s ain't do sh*t, they be sayin' it's beef (like)
These rivals are all talk, claiming there’s conflict without taking any real action.
I keep my lead every day of the week
I arm myself daily, maintaining readiness for any confrontation.
nigg* why is you scared if you up in these streets?
Why are you afraid if you claim to be tough and active in this lifestyle?
f*ck .40 cal, man, you know that we smoke 'em
Forget the .40 caliber; we are skilled at taking down our adversaries effortlessly.
I told bro just to pass me the boulder
I asked my friend to hand me the gun, comparing it to something heavy.
I don't know how they dissing my deads, like
I’m puzzled over why anyone would insult my deceased friends.
All of they friends on they side, yeah, they dead
Their allies are also deceased, showing my dominance over them.
Know I keep a heater for all of my opps
I always carry a firearm to be ready for my enemies.
And we spinnin' if we get the drop
We’ll strike back if we get information about our foes.
They know we winning they easy to pop
Competitors are aware we’re victorious and can easily eliminate them.
We addicted to sinning and squeezing them Glocks
We have a compulsive desire for violence, frequently using our guns.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Written by: Darrian Jimenez, Kenneth Francis, Lucas Sarudiansky, Oliver Seyed Nazemi
