Spin Lyrics – DaBaby

Read the full Spin lyrics by DaBaby along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Dababy’s music, you can also explore Doo Wop and Last Last, two other songs by Dababy.

[Chorus]
I told bro to give me the beat and let me walk n!gga
She said she rather listen to me because I talk different
See, you the type of n!gga that leave it in the car
And I’m the type to kill you now
I got the heat, brought in the mall with me
Fu*k around with me and and you get shot while n!ggas shop, n!gga
In 2019, that’s when I popped and I went pop n!gga
And I don’t wanna be a player no more like Biggie
Go tell TMZ I’ma start spitting on they cameras like I’m Pac n!gga

[Intro]
Damn, Tye, you made this b!tch, too? (That’s my baby)
The fu*k got into you?
Lemme fu*k around with this one too, lemme Walk, Spin, all that other s*it (Please say DaBaby)
(Please say DaBaby)

[Chorus]
I told bro to give me the beat and let me walk n!gga
She said she rather listen to me because I talk different
See, you the type of n!gga that leave it in the car
And I’m the type to kill you now
I got the heat, brought in the mall with me
Fu*k around with me and and you get shot while n!ggas shop, n!gga
In 2019, that’s when I popped and I went pop n!gga
And I don’t wanna be a player no more like Biggie
Go tell TMZ I’ma start spitting on they cameras like I’m Pac n!gga

[Verse]
The difference is, I already got my dividends
Media tryna trick the kid, giving em bars with emphasis
I’m in this b!tch to get my ends, not really into getting friends
See the city at different gigs
‘Bout to go home to get the kids, n!gga
I do it for real, don’t give a fu*k about no blog say (That’s—, that’s—)
She even my daugher, know how I popped that b!tch in broad day (That’s—, that’s—)
When I was in school at, weed in my sock to sell in the hallway

And went on give you n!ggas some bop and put it on broadway
I teach you to keep your morals in tact when you fail n!gga
I encourage n!ggas to get that pack and go to the mail with it
When I pull a switch of the back of my Glock to give you hell with it
Ain’t pulling it over, throwing it out, b!tch I’ma bail with it (That’s—, that’s—)
Just put that flash all in my face, then I’ma take her phone
She bring me that ass while I’m out late, then I’ma make her moan
Been putting a plan motion for years, ain’t really take too long
Just get money to take care of my kids and pray I make it home
And walk, walk, walk, don’t make me go back in
Can’t tell me you ain’t a hoe right now if you was a hoe back then
They giving a game for a little while, I hope they packed it in
And whenever you pull in the parking spot, I hope you back it in (That’s—, that’s—)
And can’t no n!gga do right for me, I’ll be the snatch the pen
I think it’s gonna buy one, get one for free, should prolly snatch ’em then (That’s—, that’s—)
‘Cause I’m out on tour with a FM and a Ruger
Going state-to-state with no shooter
Tell ’em pu*sy n!ggas, I’m back again, walk, walk
N!gga better stay in they place
It ain’t about my ego, it’s ’bout my fans, I’m tryna get in they face
Caught up with the hype, by the time you look I beat and ran the play
I’ma make ’em remember, I stood on business and never ran away (That’s—, that’s—)
I’ma teach you n!ggas how to step up what you stand for
I’m a one man army, I’ma keep dumping on ’em like Rambo
And Earth my turf, it ain’t no place in the world I can’t go
I’ma clutch my .40 every time I jump from out my Lambo
And walk, walk, walk, n!gga

[Outro]
(That’s—, that’s—, that’s my baby)
Get your stupid ass spit on
Say these n!ggas got me bent
Ayy, these n!ggas got me bent home, yeah
Best motherfu*king rapper, you know what I’m saying
This s*it ain’t nothing
Yeah (That’s—, that’s—)
(That’s—, that’s—, that’s my baby)
(Please say DaBaby)