G Perico, Remble - Spazz lyrics
Remble [Eunique Cooper Remble] San Pedro, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[G Perico, Remble - Spazz lyrics]
Spazzed out, the homie pulled his gat
Then he blacked out
Clapped out, jumped in this Benz
Then he smashed out
Crash out, them CA exempt car tags out
She always talkin' 'bout
These millions, oh, What's that 'bout?
Cash flow, if you ain't got it
You'll go flat broke
You blew all the money
What the fuck you do that for?
Mastro's, want the butter cake and the Wagyu
I ain't gotta do it, shit
My lil' niggas'll pack you
Initiated, got my hood tatted
It's abbreviated
When the homie snitched, I was humiliated
My last ho
Baby gave me everything I asked for
But she ran off when I got
Down to my last dough
I'm up now, everybody so hard to trust now
Dealin' with the hate way more
Than the love now
Let guns down, squabble with your homie
Just don't stomp him out
'Cause that's an easy way to
Get you bust down
Touchdown, try to block my food, oh
You lunch now
At a function in the hood, gettin' drunk now
You on now, That's why these fuck niggas
Want you gone now
To every real nigga fresh out
Welcome home now
We gon' keep poppin' champagne, we
Gon' keep lookin' good
And we gon' stay dangerous
I don't know why you
Actin' tough over there, Boy
You know when we was little
Your mama wouldn't let you hang with us
(It's Remble)
That man told and they didn't
Even offer time yet
I know he snitched and he didn't
Even drop the dime yet these people changed
You can watch it on your Timex a cold snake
I wonder how you haven't died yet
He kept swinging
So I hit him with the sidestep
Like, silly rabbit
Why would you go against my TEC?
A bodybuilder, I can see it in your biceps
A street fighter
You should get rid of that mindset
Take these shells, let it go up the stair
Your homies go to cemeteries
You can follow them there
We shot him out his True Religion
He could squabble a bear
I bring a gun to every fight
I am not squabbling fair
Ruth's Chris after missions, bro
You gotta be player
You shouldn't feel the need to speak
If you don't have any paper
How did you let them catch you slippin'
Bro? You gotta be safer
You tried to give out all those fades
And then you ended up tapered, Remble
LA, The Bay, New York, Detroit
Miami, Atlanta, New Orleans, Dallas
Portland, Seattle, Phoenix, Alabama
Cleveland, Minnesota, New Jersey
We takin' off
(Like I said, who gon' find me first?)
Then he blacked out
Clapped out, jumped in this Benz
Then he smashed out
Crash out, them CA exempt car tags out
She always talkin' 'bout
These millions, oh, What's that 'bout?
Cash flow, if you ain't got it
You'll go flat broke
You blew all the money
What the fuck you do that for?
Mastro's, want the butter cake and the Wagyu
I ain't gotta do it, shit
My lil' niggas'll pack you
Initiated, got my hood tatted
It's abbreviated
When the homie snitched, I was humiliated
My last ho
Baby gave me everything I asked for
But she ran off when I got
Down to my last dough
I'm up now, everybody so hard to trust now
Dealin' with the hate way more
Than the love now
Let guns down, squabble with your homie
Just don't stomp him out
'Cause that's an easy way to
Get you bust down
Touchdown, try to block my food, oh
You lunch now
At a function in the hood, gettin' drunk now
You on now, That's why these fuck niggas
Want you gone now
To every real nigga fresh out
Welcome home now
We gon' keep poppin' champagne, we
Gon' keep lookin' good
And we gon' stay dangerous
I don't know why you
Actin' tough over there, Boy
You know when we was little
Your mama wouldn't let you hang with us
(It's Remble)
That man told and they didn't
Even offer time yet
I know he snitched and he didn't
Even drop the dime yet these people changed
You can watch it on your Timex a cold snake
I wonder how you haven't died yet
He kept swinging
So I hit him with the sidestep
Like, silly rabbit
Why would you go against my TEC?
A bodybuilder, I can see it in your biceps
A street fighter
You should get rid of that mindset
Take these shells, let it go up the stair
Your homies go to cemeteries
You can follow them there
We shot him out his True Religion
He could squabble a bear
I bring a gun to every fight
I am not squabbling fair
Ruth's Chris after missions, bro
You gotta be player
You shouldn't feel the need to speak
If you don't have any paper
How did you let them catch you slippin'
Bro? You gotta be safer
You tried to give out all those fades
And then you ended up tapered, Remble
LA, The Bay, New York, Detroit
Miami, Atlanta, New Orleans, Dallas
Portland, Seattle, Phoenix, Alabama
Cleveland, Minnesota, New Jersey
We takin' off
(Like I said, who gon' find me first?)
