Spazzout (feat. MelGrippy)
Sellin' these percs, cop another script
Wit' a beam how the fuck could I miss
Told brodie don't worry I got the assist
Like we know karate kickin' in his shit
Like this shit hibachi bullets cook his rib
Like his momma he gon' need a wig
Like my father need a couple figs
I ain't talkin' about it they know what I did
Ima click till it's empty
Pop a percy like a TicTac
Heard you got shot and you ain't get back
Break a oppa' like a KitKat
.45 hit em now he on a shitbag
I just came home to a big bag
Glock wit' a switch that bitch wanna kickback
Reach for my chain and he caught a head tap
I let it rain onna' opp wit' the knocka'
I'm in Maroc the Glock in my boxers
Kickin this work nigga like it's soccer
He got shot in his face, send him to the doctor
Smokin' on dead niggas ima rasta
Bitch I'm sellin' work, yeah I'll serve yo mama
You niggas is food you niggas is pasta
I'm smokin' on opps roll em' wit the grabba
I'm feelin' like Biggie nigga who shot ya
They know what I do on the pop out
Uppin' this grip like a dropout, stay in ya lane
No aisle we stay with the mop out
Bro had a life nigga clocked out, we put in pain
Them niggas be sayin' we opps now
Big ole 40 like to rock out, he can't be tamed
Nigga said he call the shots now
Gang might just put em' on Fox, he gon know my name
Wit' a beam how the fuck could I miss
Told brodie don't worry I got the assist
Like we know karate kickin' in his shit
Like this shit hibachi bullets cook his rib
Like his momma he gon' need a wig
Like my father need a couple figs
I ain't talkin' about it they know what I did
Ima click till it's empty
Pop a percy like a TicTac
Heard you got shot and you ain't get back
Break a oppa' like a KitKat
.45 hit em now he on a shitbag
I just came home to a big bag
Glock wit' a switch that bitch wanna kickback
Reach for my chain and he caught a head tap
I let it rain onna' opp wit' the knocka'
I'm in Maroc the Glock in my boxers
Kickin this work nigga like it's soccer
He got shot in his face, send him to the doctor
Smokin' on dead niggas ima rasta
Bitch I'm sellin' work, yeah I'll serve yo mama
You niggas is food you niggas is pasta
I'm smokin' on opps roll em' wit the grabba
I'm feelin' like Biggie nigga who shot ya
They know what I do on the pop out
Uppin' this grip like a dropout, stay in ya lane
No aisle we stay with the mop out
Bro had a life nigga clocked out, we put in pain
Them niggas be sayin' we opps now
Big ole 40 like to rock out, he can't be tamed
Nigga said he call the shots now
Gang might just put em' on Fox, he gon know my name
Credits
Writer(s): Carmelo Santiago
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