Correction Lyrics Spin This Coupe by Abra Cadabra

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Grrt, baow, baow, baow
You know, O way or no way
Get right, get left or get stretched
Free the drillers ten times, you know
Fuck the other side, O (Gang)
Grrt, grrt, grrt, baow, baow, baow

Man done told you already
Man spin that coupe when we see an opp boy
Hop out, man beat that (Baow)
See the opp block strip, man sweep that (Whoosh)
Smooth criminal, Chante said she wanting more
I'ma go make an opp boy bleed, don't worry, I'ma be back (Gang)
Chante bendin' over so I lean back, beat that
Gangsters to the left and my right
Keep thinking everyting nice, 'til we take man's life
You coulda been a murderer, coulda been a terrorist
Wе don't care, we just slap thesе .9s (Whoosh)
They're all stressed cah I'm back and I'm better than ever
And this time, I'm poppin' off on them whenever the weather
Straight winnings, no L's, just me and my breddas
OFB, Farm Block, go-getters (Gang)

They ain't sho like me, they ain't sho like me (Nah)
Big guns, they ain't got no poles like we (Sho)
You don't grab the smoke like me
Kush, spin the wheel, let me toast that yout (Skrrt, skrrt)
Score on the opps, that's the usual (Gang)
Nobody cares what you used to do (Nah)
They couldn't even tell you what they used to do (Nah)
Cah what they used to do is what they do now (Baow)
Like, come to the block, get (Baow)
Run down (Baow), sun's out (Baow), guns out (Baow)
T got here, now you gotta run now (Gang)
.9 millimetre, get tump out (Grrt, baow)
And if he's just another nigga tryna get clout
You don't need a gunshot, you can get a man tump out (Gang)
Them man are likkle man, we ain't gotta bring guns out (Nah)
Ayy, spin this coupe to the left, to the left
To the right, still ain't seen a nigga in sight
Last time that I saw that block with my eyes
Had to angle my arm, slapping out carbine
Four opp blocks man's doing up purging, lurking
If he's from any one of them blocks there, it's curtains
Swing that, dig it, and turn it (Gang)
Rise that somethin' and burst him (Grrt, baow, baow)
Squeeze on it, leave with it shooting everybody
You don't wanna be see with it (Baow)
Got my samurai, ching that, make you bleed on it (Gang)
I can never see an opp boy and not deal with it (Nah)
We don't do no rap cap (nah), we make waps slap (Gang)
If he's an opp, man steamin' him (Sho)
Billin' up a nigga, come we put some teeth in him (Grrt)
With a broom, man's sweepin' him (baow, baow)

Man done told you already
Man spin that coupe when we see an opp boy
Hop out, man beat that (Baow)
See the opp block strip, man sweep that (Whoosh)
Smooth criminal, Chante said she wanting more
I'ma go make an opp boy bleed, don't worry, I'ma be back
Chante bendin' over so I lean back, beat that
Gangsters to the left and my right
Keep thinking everyting nice 'til we take man's life
You coulda been a murderer, coulda been a terrorist
We don't care, we just slap these .9s (Whoosh)
They're all stressed cah I'm back and I'm better than ever
And this time, I'm poppin' off on them whenever the weather
Straight winnings, no L's, just me and my breddas
OFB, Farm Block, go-getters

[Post-Chorus]
Come to the block, get (Baow)
Run down (Baow), sun's out (Baow), guns out (Baow)
T got here, now you gotta run now (Gang)
.9 millimetre get tump out (Grrt, baow)
And if he's just another nigga tryna get clout
You don't need a gunshot, you can get a man tump out (Gang)
Them man are likkle man, we ain't gotta bring guns out (Nah)

(Zenith)
(H1K made this)

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