Lil Durk – Spin The Block Lyrics ft Future

Spin The Block Lyrics by Lil Durk feat Future

[Intro – Future]
Spin, spin
Southside in this muhf-cka
They gon’ come down and do it all
They gon’ turn back around too, they-they coming back around
Atlanta to the Chi’, all the way around
Yeah

[Hook/Chorus – Future]
Spin the block, spin it one more time “all the way, all the way”
Got the drop on you, sitting outside “skrt, skrt”
Me and Durkio going back to back
Hanging out the window, Mac to Mac
Spin the block, n—a, spin it one more time
Unload that Glock, n—a, load that one more time
F–k the cops, n—a, spin in one more time
Hit the spot, then I hit ’em one more time

[Verse 1 – Lil Durk]
I’m a southside Inglewood n—a with a check
How the f–k you (?) with us and you ain’t kill nobody yet?
You was holding up diplomas, they was holding the Patek
Watch my amigos drink Corona, we was pouring up a tec
So don’t ever front you rugers, (?) could catch you through the back
And no rumours for no (?), paperwork, spitting facts
And they going off my word, only time they give it back
And my brother lost that trial time, he tryna get it back “gang”
We be rolling in the lobby, we be mixing it with (?)
That’s why they don’t play with me ’cause I’m not friendly with the threats
Only The Family in my eyes, I got it tatted on my neck
I just took a flight to Detroit, got some head playing Dex
Got my baby mamas tripping thinking they made my life a wreck
And they all thought I was tripping ’cause I said his a-s’s a wreck “hoe”
Got it steady (?) cash and they know their a-s in debt “let’s get it”
In that city we doing 9, that s–t first flight to the feds
They wanna kill us “kill us”
Foenem geeking off them (?), they wanna drill up “drill up”
I know some n—-s painting red, doing full ups
Before they talk to me, these n—-s rather talk to (?)
We talking to these trenches, n—-s acting like they don’t hear
I throw my set up with that draco ’cause we bang
These n—-s mad, they turned to opps ’cause they can’t hang “facts”
They tried to drag my name through mud ’cause they ain’t gang
They say they family but they don’t understand my pain
Told them old-heads, sit back, just don’t get involved
And that dope they got ain’t selling, they brought fitting (?)
23, I ain’t want no visits, ain’t get a call
Foenem put them beams on you, look like chicken pox
And that gun I got, that s–t don’t even come in stocks “brrah”
And that n—a I call my plug, his s–t don’t come in (?)
And I heard my ex b—h out here bad, I heard she full of c—s
And you’d think he f–k with (?), the way he flipping cars “brr”

[Bridge – Lil Durk]
Ooh, riding ’round with your draco “riding ’round with a draco”
Ooh, riding ’round with your mask on “I’m riding ’round with my mask on”
Ooh, riding ‘roudn with your Glock out “I’m riding ’round with that Glock out”
Ooh, shout-out n—-s who gon’ rock out “yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah”
Ooh, I’m riding ’round with that draco “riding ’round with that draco”
Ooh, I’m riding ’round with your mask on “with my mask on”
Ooh, I’m riding ’round that my check up “’round that my check up”
Ooh, I’m riding ’round with your mask on “let’s get it”

[Hook/Chorus – Future]
Spin the block, spin it one more time “all the way, all the way”
Got the drop on you, sitting outside “skrt, skrt”
Me and Durkio going back to back
Hanging out the window, Mac to Mac
Spin the block, n—a, spin it one more time
Unload that Glock, n—a, load that one more time
F–k the cops, n—a, spin in one more time
Hit the spot, then I hit ’em one more time

[Verse 2 – Future]
I’m a hot n—a, sound like Juvenille
Hit the pot, n—a, hold the outside
Off the block, where the s–t get pop-popped
Bullet “brr” sprinkle, sprinkle, bodies drop, drop “brr”
Every hour, there’s a homicide
F–k the cowards, they can’t come outside
(?) you up the too low, ain’t ’bout to let it fly
N—-s get out of line, gotta let it die
Spin the block and spin it one more time
Hit the top, hit it one more time “let’s go”
Spin the block, spin it one more time
Drop the top, it’s a Aston Martin
Ask my bro, he gon’ ride or die
Kick our door, we go eye for eye
Split the (?), blood on your mind
Aventador, I can touch the sky
Out of dungeons, like no dragon (?)
Baby (?), get it how you live
Rondo number 9, get you out of here
I just turned the Gucci socks into a ski-mask
I stopped dranking for a month, then I relapsed
Got my hood sorted up and I don’t be there “I got dawgs”
Muscle chains for my n—-s, what they be ’bout
Give a b—h 10 G’s when she leave out
Here’s the bullet from the stick, cut your sleeves out
Going straight for the hit, then you ease out
Do a U, turn, hit ’em up, then speed out
Ain’t no lead, just something to read ’bout

[Outro – Future]
Spin the block, spin it one more time
Hit your block, say it’s man down
Hit his top, hit him one more time
Spin the block, hit it one more time
All the way, all the way