Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Spazzing Out, artist - Key Glock. Date of issue: 02.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Spazzing Out |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| (Ayy this that shit right here, dawg) |
| Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Okay |
| Ayy, this shit crack |
| Ayy, Juice, this shit hot |
| On God, on God, ayy |
| First things first, never too much money |
| I’m sippin' on some purp', thumbing through these blue hundreds (Yah) |
| Bitch, I ain’t tryna flirt, you gon' let me fuck or somethin'? |
| Yah |
| Glizzock in her tummy, I’m an animal, Jumanji, uh |
| Please don’t run up on me, yeah, show me my opponent, yeah |
| You niggas jabronis, and not only that, you phony, yeah |
| 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 riding 'round lonely |
| I get 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 |
| Yeah, bitch I get dollars, uh, I’m a don dada, yeah |
| Harlem GlobeTrotter, uh, shoot you and your partner, uh |
| Racks in my pocket got me walking with a wobble, yeah |
| Lean with it, rock with it |
| Sippin' on some Wock' ('Hardt) |
| Motherfuck the cops, uh (Nigga) |
| Tell 'em suck a cock, yeah |
| Bitch I send shots, uh (Nigga) |
| 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, hold up |
| I be spazzin' |
| You ready? |
| Ayy, this shit sound so motherfuckin' fire |
| Ayy, check this out, ayy |
| Dope boy shit, got my Air Max on, yeah |
| Riding 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 |
| Yup, yup, yup, yup |