Double Fantasy (feat. Future) [Radio Edit] - The Weeknd

Spin, spin Southside in this muhfucka They gon' come down and do it all ATL Jacob They gon' turn back around too, they-they coming back around Atlanta to the Chi', all the way around Yeah 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 time Unload that Glock, nigga, load that one more time Fuck them cops, nigga, spin it one more time (One more time) Hit the spot then I'm hittin' it one more time (Let's get it) I'm a Southside Englewood nigga with a check How the fuck you into it with us and you ain't kill nobody yet? You was holdin' up diplomas, they was holdin' up a TEC While my 'migos drink Corona, we was pourin' up the Tech So don't ever front your move 'Cause Booka catch you through the back Ain't no rumors for no stool, paperwork, we spittin' facts And they goin' off my word, only time they give it back And my brother lost that trial time, he tryna give it back (gang) We be rollin' in the lobby, we be mixin' it with flats That's why they don't play with me 'Cause I'm not friendly with the threats Only the family in my eyes, I got it tatted on my neck I just took a flight to Detroit, got some head playin' Dex While my baby mamas trippin' thinkin' they made my life a wreck And they all thought I was tripping 'Cause I said his ass a rat (Hoe) Why they steady ask for cash And they know their ass in debt (Let's get it) And the shit we doing now That shit first flight to the feds, they wanna kill us (Kill us) Foenem geekin' off them dots, they wanna drill up (Drill up) I know some niggas payin' rent, doin' fill-ups Before they talk to me, these niggas rather talk to pillows We talkin' to these trenches, niggas act like they don't hear I throw my set up with that Draco 'cause we bang These 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 involved And 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 rocks And I heard my ex-bitch out here bad, I heard she full of cocks And you'd think he fuck with credit 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) 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 time Unload that Glock, nigga, load that one more time Fuck them cops, nigga, spin it one more time Hit the spot then I'm hittin' it one more time I'm a hot nigga, sound like Juvenile Hit the pot, nigga, hold the other side Off that block, where the shit get pop-popped Bullet brr, sprinkle, sprinkle, bodies drop, drop (Brr, brr) Every hour, there's a homicide Fuck them cowards, they can't come outside Soon as you up the tool, oh, ain't 'bout to let it fly Niggas get out of line, gotta let it die Spin the block and spin it one more time Hit the top, hit it one more time (Let's go) Spin the block, spin it one more time Drop the top, it's a Aston Martin Ask my Zoe, he gon' ride or die Kick a door, we go eye for eye Split the goal, blood on your mind Aventador, I can touch the sky Out of dungeons, like no dragon fears Baby gangster, get it how you live RondoNumbaNine, get you out of here I just turned the Gucci socks to a ski-mask I stopped drankin' for a month, then I relapsed Got my hood sewed up and I don't be there (I got dawgs) Bought some chains for my niggas, what they be 'bout Give a bitch 10 Gs when she leave out Catch the bullet from the stick, cut your sleeves out Going straight for the hit, then you ease out Do a U-turn, hit 'em up, then speed out Ain't no lead, just somethin' to read 'bout Spin the block, spin it one more time Hit your block, say it's man down Hit his top, hit him one more time Spin the block, hit it one more time All the way, all the way

(IRoccOnTheBeat) (Who made this shit, Pharaoh?) He got caught with a bitch I hit like twice, but I denied I put my lil' bitch on him, he thinking with his dick, so he gon' slide You can't call me petty, me, I share my bitches with the guys I got bitches who I fuck and they got names, but I can't brag I'm a heavy hitter, you wanna fly out your friend, you better be ready with her Bitches cool, they never put me on blast 'cause I'm not petty with them I did a show five hundred thou', ask Bands, I got my Patek bigger Back to Miami, got her ass on fleek, she got her panties bigger I just got a plug, he keep me flooded when that price low I like trenches hoes who sell they lean card for they micros I be in the trump, stuffing my Runtz up with my white hoes Police pop out daytime, but we pop outside at night though Petty ass Bitch, you petty, bitch, I'm petty too, uh, uh Bitch, you petty, bitch, I'm petty too, uh, uh (bitch, let's get it) Bitch, you petty, bitch, I'm petty too, uh, uh (bitch, let's get it) Bitch, you petty, bitch, I'm petty too, uh, uh (bitch, let's get it) Bitch, you petty, bitch, I'm petty too, uh, uh (bitch, let's get it) Bitch, you ready, then I'm ready too, uh, uh (bitch, let's get it) Bitch, you petty, then I'm petty too, uh, uh (bitch, let's get it) Bitch, you ready, then I'm ready too, uh, uh (bitch, let's get it) (yeah, Pluto, woo) Cutting off my partner, was thinkin' trappin' wasn't no hobby Drop you off the label, you ain't ready to catch a body Plugged up like cable, you gon' think I'm Black Mafia Sub twins, soon as we catch up, nine dollar Whack that nigga, have his family writing me a novel Went to Louis Vuitton just to show off my Balenciagas Get mop from a prostitute, I feel her teeth, she ain't gettin' a dollar My young ho 22, she don't keep it P, I'ma fuck her mama She ain't just for the street, these hoes for the Earth I knew she was a freak, she grew up in a church These hoes poppin' Plan B's like they Percs Said I was a deadbeat when I bought my daughter a Birkin Bitch, you petty, bitch, I'm petty too, uh, uh Bitch, you petty, bitch, I'm petty too, uh, uh (bitch, let's get it) Bitch, you petty, bitch, I'm petty too, uh, uh (bitch, let's get it) Bitch, you petty, bitch, I'm petty too, uh, uh (bitch, let's get it) Bitch, you petty, bitch, I'm petty too, uh, uh (bitch, let's get it) Bitch, you ready, then I'm ready too, uh, uh (bitch, let's get it) Bitch, you petty, then I'm petty too, uh, uh (bitch, let's get it) Bitch, you ready, then I'm ready too, uh, uh (bitch, let's get it) Uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh Uh

Home alone, trying not to eat Distract myself with pornography I hate the way she looks at me I can't stand the dialogue, she would never be That satisfied, it's a male fantasy I'm going back to therapy 'Cause I loved you then, and I love you now And I don't know how Guess it's hard to know when nobody else comes around If I'm getting over you Or just pretending to Be alright, convince myself I hate you (Want me to put it here?) (Okay) I got a call from a girl I used to know We were inseparable years ago Thought we'd get along, but it wasn't so And it's all I think about when I'm behind the wheel I worry this is how I'm always gonna feel But nothing lasts, I know the deal But I loved you then, and I love you now And I don't know how Guess it's hard to know when nobody else comes around If I'm getting over you Or just pretending to Be alright, convince myself I hate you Can't get over you No matter what I do I know I should, but I could never hate you

DJ Matt-D E o brabo tem nome Novidade na área, carne nova no pedaço, woah, woah Ela, ela tem piercing no seio, de onde 'cê veio? Tô interessado 'Cê bebe, 'cê fuma, 'cê transa, tudo isso sua amiga contou "Não fumo, não bebo, só transo" Quer desafiar? Só vim, amor 'Cê vai sentando, gosta da lapada 'Cê vai jogando com essa bela raba Que sedução, bebê, não sai de cima Respeita o faixa, não me subestima Então vai subindo, tão, tão subindo Então vai descendo, de-de-descendo E então vai travando, roça, roça Salientando, aguenta calada, ah, ah Novidade na área, carne nova no pedaço, woah-woah Ela, ela tem piercing no seio, de onde 'cê veio? Tô interessado 'Cê bebe, 'cê fuma, 'cê transa, tudo isso sua amiga contou "Não fumo, não bebo, só transo" Quer desafiar? Só vim, amor 'Cê vai sentando, gosta da lapada 'Cê vai jogando com essa bela raba Que sedução, bebê, não sai de cima Respeita o faixa, não me subestima Então vai subindo, tão, tão subindo Então vai descendo, de-de-descendo E então vai travando, roça, roça Salientando, aguenta calada Ah, ah, ah, tá, tá, ah (baby, baby) Ah, tá, tá, baby, ah, ah, ah, ah