Block Spinners

(yeah, yeah)

Tinted windows rolled tight Pull the masks down,

check the clip

We outside tonight

Black ski mask pulled down to the nose Nineteen loaded when the

cold wind blows Smoke thick in the whip,

thick loud we blow Spinning that corner real slow (skrrt) Back on

the strip, they already know

Rolled four grams in a raw leaf wrap Ash out the cracked

glass, eyes on the map Black fabric tucked down,

tight on the brim Street lamps flickering,

chances look slim Stash in the console,

polymer frame Nobody speaks and nobody drops a name One slow circle

round the boulevard curb All you smell is high grade herb

Black ski mask pulled down to the nose Nineteen loaded when the

cold wind blows Smoke thick in the whip,

thick loud we blow Spinning that corner real slow (watch out)

Back on the strip,

they already know

Two-tone slide, fifteen in the spring Head out the window when the

motor start to sing Exhale

heavy clouds, vision stay clear Tires bite asphalt,

second to third gear

Spun past the avenue,

took another lap Balaclava covered up,

hands on the strap Never let the grip slip,

park by the store Burn the blunt down,

waiting on more (let's

go)

Black ski mask pulled down to the nose Nineteen loaded when the

cold wind blows Smoke thick in the whip,

thick loud we blow Spinning that corner real slow (skrrt) Back on

the strip, they already know

Yeah,

window up

Clear the smoke out (cough)

Keep it moving