Spazzin Out Part 2

What we do tho
Ayy
Fournem
Ayy
The fuck wrong with niggas mahn
(ANTI)
Yeah Get out our way
Haha
Yeah
Get out our way bitch
Fournem
Ayy
Ayy
Tell the promoter we ain't doing the show
If we ain't getting in with our blick
That bitch is crying I gave her my shoulder (that bitch!)
She ready to suck my dick (my dick)
You ain't no killer you just pop a pill
In real life you a bitch
This ain't that and that ain't this
Killed a nigga with his bitch
Ayy
Pulled up in a vert
And I'm riding round with the Uzi
What a coincidence
You ain't do what you say seen be[?]
Now your ass got a candle lit (got a candle)
You the type nigga to put fire to the weed[?]
We smoke out the pound and shit
We don't do no talking
We just pull white chop Niggas
That's how we handle shit
I grew up wrong
Bitch I grew up negative (negative)
Getting money now
Bank account used to be negative
Run up on me boy that shit negative
I coulda killed your lil stupid ass
But my right hand man told me let him live
We war ready we got bar money[?]
We ain't even need to sign a deal
Ayy
Bitch I'm a killer when I'm sober
I don't even need to pop no pill
I might just pull up in a Tesla
I ain't even gotta gride a wheel
Pull up to the club we stomp niggas
We ain't even got a grider still
Bitch I got a lawyer not a PD
I ain't never gon cop no deal
Fournem tried to rob him
Fuck around shock a nigga
Cuz his watch wasn't real
My bitch so thick
The way that it shake
You'd think her ass weren't real
I ain't hard to find
I be in the L if a nigga looking for me
Dipped off with a nigga bitch
Gave her dick
Now she in here cooking for me
I was tryna take a nigga life
Right four[?]he thirsty he took it for me
I'm hot as hell vamped out[?]
On the opp set with the Glock[?]
Like who looking for me
You play with them pipes
We play with your life
You fucking round get it took from you
I be in the hood eryday
I don't ever see you
When I see you get done with it[?]
Tell the promoter we ain't doing the show
If we ain't getting in with our blick
That bitch is crying I gave her my shoulder
She ready to suck my dick
You ain't no killer you just pop a pill
In real life you a bitch
This ain't that and that ain't this
Killed a nigga with his bitch
Ayy
Pulled up in a vert
And I'm riding round with the Uzi
What a coincidence
You ain't do what you say seen be[?]
Now your ass got a candle lit
You the type nigga to put fire to the weed[?]
We smoke out the pound and shit
We don't do no talking
We just pull up and white chop Niggas that's how we handle shit



Credits
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Ahmari Malik Willis
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