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 pawn moves?
Long Beach soldier, heart got colder
f*ck lookin' over my shoulder, rather carry a blower
When we catch the pus*y 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