Spazz Out
I'm not even sure if they ready for what I'm boutta do em
Cus they gon cry in the car, once they hear this song they gon be like WHAT RAPPERS?
I ain't playin wit em, swear I'm boutta spazz out
If they want me then they gon need to pull they cash out
Did it on my own I ain't never have no handouts
Now I want all the smoke I'm boutta bring the band out
Buh buh buh
I'm goin off
I'm goin off
I'm sending shots
I'm throwing bombs
I need 50 for a walk in that's my cost
And I ain't stopping till I swear I get it all
I hate to start up a riot
I'm boutta stir up some drama
Gotta end these rap niggas
Cus they don't want none these problems
I kno they see me as threats
Sickest bitch no vet
I ain't no killer but sum1 gon be my deadliest catch
If I don't get signed this year I promise they gon hear about me
So hopefully for good reasons
And not nothin too grimey
Don't compare to rappers
Cus they ain't close to me nope
And if they wanna battle me
I guarantee they gon choke
I ain't no joke
Pull up in a ghost
And ima leave em ghost
And I don't smoke
But I want all the smoke
Just to show em who dope
Napalm grenada
She's home manana
If designer was a mood I think Im feelin prada
And that's word to my mama
Oh father, madonna
I got the ch ch chopper
Aiming right at they casa
Same chick was 19 wit a swagga like she 30 bih
Now I'm almost 21 so now I'm on savage shit
Can't wait to stack these benjis just to show em how to run up shit
And get a Beamer Benz or Bentley just to come stunt real quick
I don't give not any kind of fuck just like I'm celibate
And soon she piss me off I tell my bros I'm tryna sell a bitch
Gimme money
Gimme guala
Man give me mula
They say the Gucci
They on some snake shit
Man grab the ruger
I gotta rude gal
That really pop, Aimed at medullas
I like Versace
Sace my body
I see Medusa
Tell ur queen
That I gotta do her
So throw ur deuce up
I'm taking spots
If they wanna hammer
I got my tools up
I'm takin steps
Foot on they necks
Ain't lettin up
Down for the ride
I'm in a new lane
Now buckle up
I had enough
So get in my way
I'm killin shit
I asked God
If this was my year
And He said that it is
I called my ex
And said u missed out
U stupid bitch
And everybody who said I couldnt do it
Man suck a dick
Cus they gon cry in the car, once they hear this song they gon be like WHAT RAPPERS?
I ain't playin wit em, swear I'm boutta spazz out
If they want me then they gon need to pull they cash out
Did it on my own I ain't never have no handouts
Now I want all the smoke I'm boutta bring the band out
Buh buh buh
I'm goin off
I'm goin off
I'm sending shots
I'm throwing bombs
I need 50 for a walk in that's my cost
And I ain't stopping till I swear I get it all
I hate to start up a riot
I'm boutta stir up some drama
Gotta end these rap niggas
Cus they don't want none these problems
I kno they see me as threats
Sickest bitch no vet
I ain't no killer but sum1 gon be my deadliest catch
If I don't get signed this year I promise they gon hear about me
So hopefully for good reasons
And not nothin too grimey
Don't compare to rappers
Cus they ain't close to me nope
And if they wanna battle me
I guarantee they gon choke
I ain't no joke
Pull up in a ghost
And ima leave em ghost
And I don't smoke
But I want all the smoke
Just to show em who dope
Napalm grenada
She's home manana
If designer was a mood I think Im feelin prada
And that's word to my mama
Oh father, madonna
I got the ch ch chopper
Aiming right at they casa
Same chick was 19 wit a swagga like she 30 bih
Now I'm almost 21 so now I'm on savage shit
Can't wait to stack these benjis just to show em how to run up shit
And get a Beamer Benz or Bentley just to come stunt real quick
I don't give not any kind of fuck just like I'm celibate
And soon she piss me off I tell my bros I'm tryna sell a bitch
Gimme money
Gimme guala
Man give me mula
They say the Gucci
They on some snake shit
Man grab the ruger
I gotta rude gal
That really pop, Aimed at medullas
I like Versace
Sace my body
I see Medusa
Tell ur queen
That I gotta do her
So throw ur deuce up
I'm taking spots
If they wanna hammer
I got my tools up
I'm takin steps
Foot on they necks
Ain't lettin up
Down for the ride
I'm in a new lane
Now buckle up
I had enough
So get in my way
I'm killin shit
I asked God
If this was my year
And He said that it is
I called my ex
And said u missed out
U stupid bitch
And everybody who said I couldnt do it
Man suck a dick
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Writer(s): Nia Pinkney
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