Lyrics

I'm about to spaz the hell out (Spaz!) I'm about to spaz the hell out Glocky in my bag, fuck around air 'em out With the Nomadz, bitch you know what we about Bitch I'm really with it, if a nigga talking shit I'll get the Smith and and hit him, I'll fucking kill him and his gang Choker my neck, got a mace on my chain Fuck your lil sister, she gave me the brain Glock forty five make him back back Man that lil nigga federal Stay tryna snitch on his self on that Snapchat That's facts Spin through his blocka that choppa go brat-tat-tat-tat I'm a gnarly bastard I'm a party crasher Y'all are hardly rappers Drive my Harley faster I'm a gnarly bastard I'm a party crasher Y'all are hardly rappers Drive my Harley faster Ugh I'm fucking your bitch, dawg Give her dick raw when I'm pissed off Hit that stupid nigga in his chin He took liftoff It ain't shit to get you picked off I don't play no fucking games, nigga I'm not Jigsaw Bloodstains on my black jacket I like killing niggas, it's a bad habit I be with my slatt and we be cash grabbing She gon' jump on that dick like a jackrabbit It's tragic We caught him lacking, put holes in his cabbage Shoot his body, take a selfie with it, post with a caption Green in my pocket like I'm at the salad bar I get that chopper to blow you like Avatar Bitch I'm a demon, I cam out of Babylon I hit it once and then bounce out Au revoir! All of my homies they trap in the daytime Slide up on you with the Glock, I don't waste time Stack up the rackies, that shit about waist-high I ran it up and now she wanna FaceTime Strap in my duffel I bury bodies, they pass me a shovel You are all bark and no bite lil nigga So you can go shut up and slap on a muzzle You niggas cappin like Captain K'nuckle Everybody hard till them hot things shoot you He want smoke? Give him static like a Sasuke jutsu I was born in hell, you hear the devil in your headphones Wipe that nigga block out, I turned it to a deadzone Blicky to his brain, he ain't duck and now his head gone Me and shorty made a sextape like Deftones He want smoke what's up? Niggas fuck around get slumped I got beaucoup bodies in the trunk Run up on me I might Niggas fuck around get slumped I might dump I might dump
Writer(s): Allen Alexander Jr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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