lyrics:
Spinning the block do it again got a new chain im getting a win im staying wit gang im staying wit kin you not my gang you not my friend 

Pull up in a rover or a Benz blues in my bands these not tens I'm getting dollars I'm getting yen I'm jugging a rack I'm searching for BINs, I got the cheese and the bread quesadilla up in LA smoking gas in a villa pull out that choppa he doing the thriller hang wit them killers they itching to kill ya getting the guala I'm counting the scrilla diamonds they white and they dripping vanilla moving a brick like we are the millers moving a brick like we are the millers 

Doing my thing you don't like it then block me I got some drip now I'm flexing I'm cocky choppa is popping don't try to rob me up in a race car like Ricky bobby she wanna top me I am like probably I'm on a new wave its like a tsunami still fuck 12 hit a lick its not me bape mixed up wit the new Murakami up in Japan I roll me a backwood im tryna fuck and see if the back good I'm in LA and I'm smoking a packwood I started jugging no one in my class would now I got bands on me and the stacks good I'm laying low from the feds in a black hood got a white bitch she saying I rap good said I taste good like a fucking rap snack would we spin the block like a mu fucking blu ray I'm pouring the lean Im drinking on douce I pour the lean right up in my kool aid she giving brain giving head like a toupee didn't fuck wit me and now it is too late fuck everybody I swear they all 2 faced smoking a blunt while thumbing thru a blue face life good (Back to chorus)

Do It Again! (Prod. Lucca)

how i get like dat get rich like dat bands thick like that and my pockets fat my blunt real fat takeoff might crash im speeding fast on the drugs relapsed x2 

i came from the bottom dirty in the baby bottles suck my dick she going full throttle ar wit a beam i keep me a rifle ion wanna date i would rather one night it pole on me we ain’t doing no fighting my sauce good shit not declining off the lean i’m reclining i’m so high bitch i’m climbing my block hot check the climate ap on me perfect timing i’m not rapping i’m designing pour some lean wit a xan combine it tesla x i pull up flying ima dog my name not bryan i’m yung geek i’m steady grinding in the trap they call me breaking bad they way ik that science and we hit another lick and we taking off in silence make yo block hot like some friction every time that we are sliding and my main phone it is sprint but on the trap phone it’s verizon

Like Dat! (prod. amazing)

snatchit⛓ prod. zesty beats

lyrics

told em keep up they won't keep it Got that broomstick we gon sweep em up I was real down bad had to pick it up lotta weight on me like a pickup truck why I am the y way I am cuz I dont give no fucks I jus po up smoke another blunt and im smoking runtz I know you can smell it riding round Hampton wit some fucking felons off a perc I cant see like Helen Keller I go stupid cuz Im smoking on some dumb pressure got her a purse wit some leather she gon give me pleasure all red wit the ski posted wit the devils had to go and change my swag like a different channel shoot the blick like a knick yung geek Julias Randal on my dick talking that shit I know he a fan but he scared cuz we air it out jus like a fan I move unknown dont know my next move I gotta get high if im in a depressed mood we got big tools I Was never in school I gotta stay cool hella people riding shit like a wave pool

GeekBoy (@Fuckgeekboy)

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