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Spazz Out Lyrics - Artist : $tupid Young
(Oh my God, Kenny)
Heard he got caught, came home, that shit don't seem right Big-ass Glock on go, that mean it's green light We gon' play for keeps, fuck is a clean fight? Demons all in my soul, so I can't sleep right Yeah, and please don't fuck with my energy Protect me from my friends, I can take care of my enemies Think I'm just a rapper, that chopper gon' sing 'em melodies Last nigga sleepin' on me, we let him rest in peace I just did a show with a 40 in my Bape jacket Youngins go crazy like shorty, they need a straightjacket Everything big facts, bro, I ain't cappin' You know I'm out there in the field if I ain't rappin' Nigga, on the dead homies, cuh, I'm finna spazz His bitch posted where they eat, so we on his ass Niggas only live on IG, it make me laugh Take an opp out like trash, celebrate and pop a half Hold on, hold up, I'm finna spazz out Takin' pictures with my niggas, bringin' racks out I remember I was broke and I was assed out Now she drop it to the floor with her ass out All this gold on my neck, you know I cashed out Nigga try to touch that, then he get packed out Wartime, frontline, we bring them straps out Hold on, hold up, I'm finna spazz out Yeah, we finna spazz out My mind gone off them Euros, I'ma crash out Bad bitch, ass out, fuck her eyelash out We done turnt the Airbnb into a traphouse Why you even rappin', nigga? You don't tell the truth Why you clutchin' on that pistol when you ain't gon' shoot? Why you testin' me, my nigga? I'm the wrong dude Why you call yourself a king when you make pawn moves? Long Beach soldier, heart got colder Fuck lookin' over my shoulder, rather carry a blower When we catch the pussy opp niggas, game over Young nigga grindin' 'til I'm in that Range Rover Bitch, I'm grindin' like I ain't got nothin' left A thousand on my shoes, bitch, watch how you step Ask about me, in my section, I'ma rep All these niggas actin' tough, but they only on the 'net Hold on, hold up, I'm finna spazz out Takin' pictures with my niggas, bringin' racks out I remember I was broke and I was assed out Now she drop it to the floor with her ass out All this gold on my neck, you know I cashed out Nigga try to touch that, then he get packed out Wartime, frontline, we bring them straps out Hold on, hold up, I'm finna spazz out |
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