Spazzing Out

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Uh, yeah
 Hey this the shit right here, dawg, yo!
 Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Woo!
 Okay, huh, yeah
 Ha, ayy, this shit crack
 Ayy, Juice, this shit hot
 On God, on God, ayy
 First thing's first, never too much money
 I'm sippin' on some purp'
 Thumbin' through these blue hundreds
 Bitch, I ain't tryna flirt, you gon' let me fuck or somethin'?
 Glizzock in her tummy, I'm an animal, Jumanji
 Please don't run up on me, yeah, show me my opponent
 You niggas jabronis, and I don't need that you phony
 You niggas don't want it, uh go'n and board little homie
 All that bullshit, don't condone it 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 ridin' 'round lonely
 I get my money in my sleep so I wake up money hungry
 Told that bitch I play for keeps, you can't play me like no dummy
 Key Glock, how you get the foreign? Bitch, backends off of touring
 Where you put all of that money? Damn your bankroll enormous
 I be shittin', I need some Charmin, I be killin' all my targets
 Smokin', smellin' like I farted, damn I just funked up the party
 Big pints, no bottles, uh drinkin' 'til tomorrow
 Yeah bitch I get dollars, uh' I'm a don dada, yeah
 Harlem GlobeTrotter, uh shoot you and your partner
 Racks in my pocket got me walking with a wobble
 Lean with it, rock with it, sippin' on some Wock', yeah
 Motherfuck the cops, tell 'em suck a cock, yeah
 Bitch I said shots, uh, nigga I don't box, yeah
 You know I cannot, not stop gettin' this guap
 I pulled up with the top off, 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, hold up, hold up
 Ayy, (ayy) ayy, you ready? Ayy check this out, ayy
 Dope boy shit, got my Air Max on, yeah
 Ridin' down the block, grippin' on my chrome, yeah
 You know what I got, bitch, my money long, yeah
 Bitch, it's big Glock, these hoes love my songs, uh
 Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
 Ye, ye, ye