Spazzing Out

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (ay this that shit right here, dawg) Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Woo) okay, yeah, ha Ay, this shit crackin' Ay, Juice, this shit hot On God, on God, ay First things first, never too much money I'm sippin' on some purp', thumbing through these blue hundreds (yeah) Bitch, I ain't tryna flirt, you gon' let me fuck or somethin'? Yeah Glizzock in her tummy, I'm an animal, Jumanji, uh (yeah yeah) Please don't run up on me (uh), yeah, show me my opponent, yeah (bitch) You niggas Jabronis (uh), and not only that, you phony, yeah You niggas don't want it, uh, go'n and board little homie (yeah) All that bullshit, don't condone it (uh-uh), shoot you, I'm an organ donor, yeah If you play with me, bitch, I'm goin' out like Tony Carbon in the front seat when I'm riding 'round lonely I get money in my sleep so I wake up money hungry (I wake up money hungry) Told that bitch I play for keeps, you can't play me like no dummy (bitch) Key Glock, how you get the foreign? Bitch, back-ends off of touring (duh) Where you put all of that money? Damn, your bankroll enormous (yeah) I be shittin', I need some Charmin (yeah) I be killin' all my targets (yeah) Smokin', smellin' like I farted Damn, I just funked up the party Big pints, no bottles, uh-uh, drinkin' 'til tomorrow, yeah Bitch I get dollars, uh, I'm a don dada, yeah Harlem GlobeTrotter, uh, shoot you and your partner, uh Racks in my pocket (racks) got me walking with a wobble, yeah Lean with it, rock (with it), uh Sippin' on some Wock' ('hardt) Yeah, motherfuck the cops (fuck 'em) Tell 'em suck a cock, yeah Bitch I send shots, uh (nigga) Nigga I don't box, yeah You know I cannot, not stop gettin' this guap (uh-uh) I pulled up with the top off (skrrt), made her panties drop, yeah Fucked your future wife in my Gucci flip-flops Talkin' 'bout can she spend the night? Bitch, kick rocks Talkin' 'bout can she spend the night? Bitch, I think not, uh (what the fuck?) Hold up (hold up bitch), hold up, hold up, hold up, ay ay (I be spazzin') you ready? (Ay, this shit sound so motherfuckin' fire) ay, check this out, ay Dope boy shit (dope), got my Air Max on, yeah (dope, dope boy) Riding down the block, grippin' on my chrome, yeah You know what I got, bitch, my money long, yeah (okay) Bitch, it's big Glock, these hoes love my songs, uh (no cap) Yup, yup, yup, yup Yeah, yeah, yeah