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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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