Spazz

Yeah, Southside I go nuts on Southside Beats Baby, okay Super Bowl ring, we ballin' hard, we won the championship Everybody got somethin' to say when I ain't even ask 'em shit Bunny rabbit broke, take a brick and do a magic trick A hundred racks a show, get on the stage and do a backwards flip (yeah) I'm in L.A. with some real Crips I want Stella McCartney, this real drip Cartier on my face with the wood tear Put the knife on the K, it's the real deal Make 'em get out this bitch like a fire drill If I won't hit a bitch then the guys will I've been on it, today, I took five pills I'ma run up them M's 'cause it's God's will How you gon' check me? She like my gangsta, she wanna arrest me She wanna sex me (yeah) I had to block her, she know not to text me Comin' at you niggas 3D They gon' put this shit on repeat Everything I say, they repeat Any nigga try to sneak diss I ain't gon' say nothin' back, yeah I'ma keep gettin' these racks, yeah When you speak 'bout me, speak facts, yeah Got an FN on the kickback, yeah Big nose, hood on the demon Big to the streets, I'm a deacon They wouldn't even peep what I was preachin' They just wanna see me with the leaches Big ballers, I ain't in the bleachers Courtside, high five the ref Codeine got me talkin' to myself Blowin' up, I'm blowin' out my belt Richest top five, nah, for real Only 25 before the deal Every time we slide, a nigga kill I just hope to God that they appeal G5 sittin' in the cell He 'bout to come (came home) I got this money on me right now I don't even answer my phone (put 'em on) I had these bitches in state to state They tryna give me some play (leave me alone) They know that I ain't got time to waste I'm tryna get in their face (I'm goin' home) I might just give you a couple of dollars And make sure you good on a model (good) They know they'll probably gon' see me again Unless I'm in the Benz I put the Forgiatos on the car Mickey Thompsons on the truck I got the money, I'm runnin' it up And I've been puttin' it up (them M's)