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bway yungy - spazzin out lyrics

[intro]
hey, i just missed murda man call
i been f+cked up behind that sh+t, i miss my dog
ayy, look, i’m just coolin’ with my brothers we full of
motherf+ckin’ percocets, tan, the tan
ayy, look, though
ayy, free jaybo, free them goblins
you hear me? can’t nothin’, forever wildin’
realest, you can’t stop ’em from wildin’

[chorus]
tell me why a n+gga hatin’, they hatin’ on a n+gga
i can’t take back what i said, tell them b+tches get out they feelings
i’m the sickest whoever did it, this wasn’t even my intentions
you know we be trigger itchin’, k!ll or be k!lled, so get with it
rollin’ ’round, the cutter law, hе run up on me, back him off
b+tch, you a clown, reach for my chain and your head, i takе it off
this house ain’t safe, if i spot an opp anywhere, i’m flashin’ out
once you caught up in that smoke, b+tch, it ain’t no backin’ out, no coppin’ out

[verse 1]
and my chain sw+ng, let my nuts hang
what you sayin’? i don’t g+ngb+ng, but b+tch, we bang bang
ho, quit playin’, goblin gang, i throw up my set
i can talk my sh+t, stitches got twenty bands, fifteen ’round my neck
don’t forget i can still put fifteen on your head
it’s been six months, spent thirty bands for to get my brother out the can
and if a n+gga want smoke, tell a n+gga roger that
and i’ma bust your f+ckin’ head and ain’t no throwin’ no white flag
soldier mentality, thug life, since a kid, a bad+ass (woo)
lil’ n+gga with a mug, for some reason, he always mad
this big pistol i tote ’cause i can’t get my brothers back
a problem child, you beef with me, drop a bag and get you smashed
so if we ever had smoke, that’s on your ass
[chorus]
tell me why a n+gga hatin’, they hatin’ on a n+gga
i can’t take back what i said, tell them b+tches get out they feelings
i’m the sickest whoever did it, this wasn’t even my intentions
you know we be trigger itchin’, k!ll or be k!lled, so get with it
rollin’ ’round, the cutter law, he run up on me, back him off
b+tch, you a clown, reach for my chain and your head, i take it off
this house ain’t safe, if i spot an opp anywhere, i’m flashin’ out
once you caught up in that smoke, b+tch, it ain’t no backin’ out, no coppin’ out

[verse 2]
air it out, she let me show ’em what i’m ’bout
spazzin’ out, and my brother full of percs ‘sleep on the couch
it’s summer time, i got my jacket on ’cause n+gga, them glocks hot
and i’m dyin’ for my respect, all eyes on me like i’m 2pac
you say you thuggin’
this four+five bake a n+gga like an oven
go wet a n+gga block and leave it rusty
i don’t wanna talk at all, end of discussion

[chorus]
tell me why a n+gga hatin’, they hatin’ on a n+gga
i can’t take back what i said, tell them b+tches get out they feelings
i’m the sickest whoever did it, this wasn’t even my intentions
you know we be trigger itchin’, k!ll or be k!lled, so get with it
rollin’ ’round, the cutter law, he run up on me, back him off
b+tch, you a clown, reach for my chain and your head, i take it off
this house ain’t safe, if i spot an opp anywhere, i’m flashin’ out
once you caught up in that smoke, b+tch, it ain’t no backin’ out, no coppin’ out
[outro]
no backin’ out, no backin’ out
it ain’t no backin’ out
it ain’t no backin’ out
i’ma—

- bway yungy lyrics

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