Lyrics
[Verse]
Spin the block, leave it dizzy, that’s a tilt-a-whirl
Youngins holdin' switches, sparkin' rounds like fireworks unfurled
Chrysler glidin', black tint, ghost ship in the night
Pounds of weed stuffed in the trunk, smell louder than a mic
Draco hummin' lullabies, the opps can’t dream
Scope beam dancin’ on his chest, red-light regime
Chain heavy, neck stiff, call it guillotine drip
Plates dirty, food for thought, this that felony trip
[Chorus]
Spin, spin, rinse and repeat
Switches sing a melody, ops meet defeat
Spin, spin, rinse and repeat
Chrysler slide smooth, can’t catch this heat
[Verse 2]
Youngins movin' militant, jungle full of wolves
Pounds stashed in compartments, manual to pull
Engine purr like a tiger, creeping through the zone
Opps talk big on the net, but in person just clones
Curbside confessions, shells talk instead of priests
No peace, just pieces, city’s belly full of beasts
Rubber burn on the corner, smell it like cologne
Hollows hit his jacket, now his soul roam alone
[Chorus]
Spin, spin, rinse and repeat
Switches sing a melody, ops meet defeat
Spin, spin, rinse and repeat
Chrysler slide smooth, can’t catch this heat
Style
hard drillrapid deliverywith eerie synths and trap hi-hats. dark atmosphereaggressivegritty energy.bass-heavyrapdrill
Prompt
A hard drill song about spinning ops having yung niggas wit switches
Having pounds of weed
Sliding in a Chrysler, rap
Credits
Prompt byArtSoulful506
GeneratedNov 22, 2025
ModelAria v5
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