Key Glock - Spazzing Out lyrics
[Key Glock - Spazzing Out lyrics]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Ayy this that shit right here, dawg)
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah okay
Ayy, this shit crack
Ayy, Juice, this shit hot
On God, on God, ayy
First things first, never too much money
I'm sippin' on some purp'
Thumbing through these blue hundreds (Yah)
Bitch, I ain't tryna flirt
You gon' let me fuck or somethin'? Yah
Glizzock in her tummy, I'm
An animal, Jumanji, uh
Please don't run up on me
Yeah, show me my opponent, yeah
You niggas jabronis, and not
Only that, you phony, yeah
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 riding 'round lonely
I get 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
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 got me
Walking with a wobble, yeah
Lean with it, rock with it
Sippin' on some Wock' ('Hardt)
Motherfuck the cops, uh (Nigga)
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
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, hold up
I be spazzin' you ready?
Ayy, this shit sound so motherfuckin' fire
Ayy, check this out, ayy
Dope boy shit, got my Air Max on, yeah
Riding 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
Yup, yup, yup, yup
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Ayy this that shit right here, dawg)
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah okay
Ayy, this shit crack
Ayy, Juice, this shit hot
On God, on God, ayy
First things first, never too much money
I'm sippin' on some purp'
Thumbing through these blue hundreds (Yah)
Bitch, I ain't tryna flirt
You gon' let me fuck or somethin'? Yah
Glizzock in her tummy, I'm
An animal, Jumanji, uh
Please don't run up on me
Yeah, show me my opponent, yeah
You niggas jabronis, and not
Only that, you phony, yeah
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 riding 'round lonely
I get 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
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 got me
Walking with a wobble, yeah
Lean with it, rock with it
Sippin' on some Wock' ('Hardt)
Motherfuck the cops, uh (Nigga)
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
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, hold up
I be spazzin' you ready?
Ayy, this shit sound so motherfuckin' fire
Ayy, check this out, ayy
Dope boy shit, got my Air Max on, yeah
Riding 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
Yup, yup, yup, yup