$tupid young – spazz out lyrics
[intro]
(oh my god, kenny)
[verse 1]
heard he got caught, came home, that sh+t don’t seem right
big+ass glock on go, that mean it’s green light
we gon’ play for keeps, f+ck is a clean fight?
demons all in my soul, so i can’t sleep right
yeah, and please don’t f+ck with my energy
protect me from my friends, i can take care of my enemies
think i’m just a rapper, that chopper gon’ sing ’em melodies
last n+gga sleepin’ on me, we let him rest in peace
i just did a show with a 40 in my bape jacket
youngins go crazy like shorty, they need a straightjacket
everything big facts, bro, i ain’t cappin’
you know i’m out there in the field if i ain’t rappin’
n+gga, on the dead homies, cuh, i’m finna spazz
his b+tch posted where they eat, so we on his ass
n+ggas only live on ig, it make me laugh
take an opp out like trash, celebrate and pop a half
[chorus]
hold on, hold up, i’m finna spazz out
takin’ pictures with my n+ggas, bringin’ racks out
i remember i was broke and i was assed out
now she drop it to the floor with her ass out
all this gold on my neck, you know i cashed out
n+gga try to touch that, then he get packed out
wartime, frontline, we bring them straps out
hold on, hold up, i’m finna spazz out
[verse 2]
yeah, we finna spazz out
my mind gone off them euros, i’ma crash out
bad b+tch, ass out, f+ck her eyelash out
we done turnt the airbnb into a traphouse
why you even rappin’, n+gga? you don’t tell the truth
why you clutchin’ on that pistol when you ain’t gon’ shoot?
why you testin’ me, my n+gga? i’m the wrong dude
why you call yourself a king when you make p+wn moves?
long beach soldier, heart got colder
f+ck lookin’ over my shoulder, rather carry a blower
when we catch the p+ssy opp n+ggas, game over
young n+gga grindin’ ’til i’m in that range rover
b+tch, i’m grindin’ like i ain’t got nothin’ left
a thousand on my shoes, b+tch, watch how you step
ask about me, in my section, i’ma rep
all these n+ggas actin’ tough, but they only on the ‘net
[chorus]
hold on, hold up, i’m finna spazz out
takin’ pictures with my n+ggas, bringin’ racks out
i remember i was broke and i was assed out
now she drop it to the floor with her ass out
all this gold on my neck, you know i cashed out
n+gga try to touch that, then he get packed out
wartime, frontline, we bring them straps out
hold on, hold up, i’m finna spazz out
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