A92 – Spin Dat Lyrics

Add a K to the 9, no K9, all of my opps just bark, no bite
Them man stay inside, don’t lie, you don’t go on glides
And wanna spit my name on a mic when your bro bro *** went fought for his life
And I never got chased by a rambo knife but your chinged by a rambo knife
Every other time that we go on glides the number of patients in the hospital rise
You should thank God for your bro bro’s life cause really and truly the boy should’ve died
Most of my opps been hospitalised but they still love talk on my 92 guys
[Verse 2: Ksav]
They can’t talk on me and the guys cah most of their guys been cheffed or done up
*** got yinged by bro on the B-side block, I don’t know how that yute still got up
They don’t make no bands, get your bread up
Sleeping on hospital beds, aren’t you fed up? *** got done, Ozzy ran for his life, I can’t blame that kid, he was petrified
I need to stay on my grind but the money keeps calling
I might shot two packs, I I might bust a rhyme
Yo, back to the trap one time cah all I like see is them euro signs
[Chorus: Dbo & Ksav]
Yo, spin dat, is that my man? Let’s hop out and grab man
At the back of the ride, no uber super, I beg a boy please try mad man
Them boys my son like junior, every one knows D’s town where you’ll find man
Jump out, let’s fry man, not on beef don’t waste my time man
[Verse 3: Ksav]
[Chorus: Dbo & Ksav]
Yo, spin dat, is that my man? [Intro: Ksav & Dbo]
92 Baby
OC living that’s Organised Crime, man run round there let’s fry man
Simba, I’m surprised to see you
Ride, no uber super, I beg a boy please try mad man
Dbo Fundz you can’t miss me on road
[Chorus: Dbo & Ksav]
Yo, spin dat, is that my man? Hold up, let’s find man
I take them shots and my shots don’t miss, never wave my stick like a blind man
OC living that’s Organised Crime, man run round there let’s fry man
If I get charged for the M that’s life man
I ain’t tryna do no time man
Yo, hold on, where’s my man? Let’s hop out and grab man
At the back of the ride, no uber super, I beg a boy please try mad man
Them boys my son like junior, every one knows D’s town where you’ll find man
Jump out, let’s fry man, not on beef don’t waste my time man
[Verse 1: Dbo]
Yo, since *** came back from the gulag, so tell me did your mandem slide? I ain’t seen them yutes in a while, it’s like none of the niners wanna get dead up
Yo, hold on, broski where you there when we slid to the 9? Hold up, let’s find man
I take them shots and my shots don’t miss, never wave my stick like a blind man
OC living that’s Organised Crime, man run round there let’s fry man
If I get charged for the M that’s life man
I ain’t tryna do no time man
Yo, hold on, where’s my man? Let’s hop out and grab man
At the back of the ride, no uber super, I beg a boy please try mad man
Them boys my son like junior, every one knows D’s town where you’ll find man
Jump out, let’s fry man, not on beef don’t waste my time man Hold up, let’s find man
I take them shots and my shots don’t miss, never wave my stick like a blind man
OC living that’s Organised Crime, man run round there let’s fry man
If I get charged for the M that’s life man
I ain’t tryna do no time man
Yo, hold on, where’s my man?