Spazzing Out Songtext
von Key Glock

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah
Hey this the shit right here, dawg, yo!
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Woo!
Okay, huh, yeah
Ha, ayy, this shit crack
Ayy, Juice, this shit hot
On God, on God, ayy

First thing′s first, never too much money
I'm sippin′ on some purp'
Thumbin' through these blue hundreds
Bitch, I ain′t tryna flirt, you gon′ let me fuck or somethin'?
Glizzock in her tummy, I′m an animal, Jumanji
Please don't run up on me, yeah, show me my opponent
You niggas jabronis, and I don′t need that you phony
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 ridin′ 'round lonely
I get my 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 bitch I get dollars, uh' I′m a don dada, yeah
Harlem GlobeTrotter, uh shoot you and your partner
Racks in my pocket got me walking with a wobble

Lean with it, rock with it, sippin' on some Wock′, yeah
Motherfuck the cops, tell 'em suck a cock, yeah
Bitch I said shots, uh, 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
Ayy, (ayy) ayy, you ready? Ayy check this out, ayy

Dope boy shit, got my Air Max on, yeah
Ridin' 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

Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Ye, ye, ye