[Future:]Spin, spinSouthside in this muhfuckaThey gon' come down and do it allATL JacobThey gon' turn back around too, they-they coming back aroundAtlanta to the Chi', all the way aroundYeahSpin the block, spin it one more time (all the way, all the way)Got the drop on you, sittin' outside (skrt, skrt)Me and Durkio go back to back (back to back)Hangin' out the window, Mac to Mac (brr)Spin the block, nigga, spin it one more timeUnload that Glock, nigga, load that one more timeFuck them cops, nigga, spin it one more timeHit the spot then I'm hittin' it one more time[Lil Durk:]I'm a southside Englewood nigga with a checkHow the fuck you into it with us and you ain't kill nobody yet?You was holdin' up diplomas, they was holdin' a PatekWhile my migos drink Corona, we was pourin' up the TechSo don't ever front your move, 'cause Booka catch you through the backAin't no rumors for no school, paperwork, spittin' factsAnd they goin' off my word, only time they give it backAnd my brother lost that trial time, he tryna give it back (gang)We be rollin' in the lobby, we be mixin' it with FatzThat's why they don't play with me 'cause I'm not friendly with the threatsOnly The Family in my eyes, I got it tatted on my neckI just took a flight to Detroit, got some head playin' Dex (Osama)While my baby mamas trippin' thinkin' they made my life a wreckAnd they all thought I was tripping 'cause I said his ass a wreck (hoe)Why they steady ask for cash, and they know their ass in debt (let's get it)And that shit we did with 9, that shit first flight to the fedsThey wanna kill us (kill us)Foenem geekin' off them dots, they wanna drill up (drill up)I know some niggas payin' rent, doin' fill upsBefore they talk to me, these niggas rather talk to pillowsWe talkin' to these trenches, niggas act like they don't hearI throw my set up with that draco 'cause we bangThese niggas mad, they turned to opps 'cause they can't hang (facts)They tried to drag my name through mud 'cause they ain't gang (facts)They say they family but they don't understand my pain (facts)Told them old-heads, sit back, just don't get involvedAnd that dope they got ain't sellin', they brought fentanyl (fentanyl)23 and 1, no visits, I ain't get a call (ain't get a call)Foenem put them beams on you, look like chicken pox (chicken pox)And that gun I got, that shit don't even come in stocks (brrah)And that nigga I call my plug, his shit don't come in rocksAnd I heard my ex-bitch out here bad, I heard she full of cocksAnd you'd think he fuck with craigslist, the way he flippin' cars (brr)Ooh, ridin' 'round with your draco (ridin' 'round with a draco)Ooh, ridin' 'round with your mask on (I'm ridin' 'round with my mask on)Ooh, ridin' 'round with your Glock out (I'm ridin' 'round with that Glock out)Ooh, shout-out niggas who gon' rock out (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)Ooh, I ride around with that draco (ridin' 'round with that draco)Ooh, I ride around with my mask on (with my mask on)Ooh, I ride around my check up ('round that my check up)Ooh, I ride around with my mask on (let's get it)[Future:]Spin the block, spin it one more time (all the way, all the way)Got the drop on you, sittin' outside (skrt, skrt)Me and Durkio go back to back (back to back)Hangin' out the window, Mac to Mac (brr)Spin the block, nigga, spin it one more timeUnload that Glock, nigga, load that one more timeFuck them cops, nigga, spin it one more timeHit the spot then I'm hittin' it one more timeI'm a hot nigga, somethin' like JuvenileHit the pot, nigga, hold the other sideOff that block, where the shit get pop-poppedBullet brr, sprinkle, sprinkle, bodies drop, drop (brr, brr)Every hour, there's a homicideFuck them cowards, they can't come outsideSoon as you up the tool, oh, ain't 'bout to let it flyNiggas get out of line, gotta let it dieSpin the block and spin it one more timeHit the top, hit it one more time (let's go)Spin the block, spin it one more timeDrop the top, it's a Aston MartinAsk my Zoe, he gon' ride or dieKick a door, we go eye for eyeSplit the goal, blood on your mindAventador, I can touch the skyOut of dungeons, like no dragon [?]Baby gangster, get it how you liveRondoNumbaNine, get you out of hereI just turned the Gucci socks to a ski-maskI stopped drankin' for a month, then I relapsedGot my hood sewed up and I don't be there (I got dawgs)Bought some chains for my niggas, what they be 'boutGive a bitch 10 Gs when she leave outCatch the bullet from the stick, cut your sleeves outGoing straight for the hit, then you ease outDo a U-turn, hit 'em up, then speed outAin't no lead, just somethin' to read 'boutSpin the block, spin it one more timeHit your block, say it's man downHit his top, hit him one more timeSpin the block, hit it one more timeAll the way, all the way