Spontaneous Combustion II lyrics

[Intro]
[?]
b*tch i'm in the street ain't talk bout [?]
You said that's yo b*tch then why is she textin me?
Pull up with the beam it sing like a melody
Movin the white girl just like Melanie
That n*gga ball like [?]
Like "Lazy where'd you go?"
Shut up b*tch stop harassin me
NITETIME

[Verse]
[?]
b*tch i'm in the street ain't talk bout [?]
You said that's yo b*tch then why is she textin me?
Pull up with the beam it sing like a melody
Movin the white girl just like Melanie
That n*gga ball like [?]
Like "Lazy where'd you go?"
Shut up b*tch stop harassin me
[?]
Pull up with the shots [?] back to reality
Pull up on that n*gga that n*gga [?]
I'm killin that n*gga i'm killin him casually
I put in that work boy not in a factory
Ay ay ay yall n*ggas charged like a battеry
[?] don't matter
I run to the guap my pockets gеt fatter
Lazy the [?]
Ride around town boy you is a capper
She got on her knees like she hittin [?]
You not with the sh*t boy your out of your element
Pull up with the glick we [?]
b*tch I got a stick boy lets get groovy
Pull up with the clip like i'm shootin a movie
These n*ggas be gay i'm ballin like Rudy
They like "Lazy why you yellin?"
[?] n*ggas not worth hearin
[?] lost my hearin
I'm sippin that lean on the highway stearin
I came with the [?] got yo main b*tch starin
[?] engineerin
[?] came in with half a million
[?] catch no feelins
Boy I just came in with some b*tches
But only for myself
I just came in with yo b*tch
"Lazy please don't tell"
Like no I won't tell that n*gga
[?]
But if he on my dms one more time then imma just kill that n*gga
Pull up with a pole and I ball like a [?]
Pull up in a ghost turn him into a ghost
My diamonds [?] coast
He think that he me he not even close
He wanna be me that n*gga a clown
And i'm f*ckin that b*tch while you not at home
[?]
Yo b*tch she givin me dope
[?]
If that n*gga [?] I shoot at the retical
I mean yeah you could kill me but
[?] hypothetical
Pull up with the glick I split him symmetrical
b*tch I got the K [?] some chemicals
These n*ggas my sons they come from my testicles
I mean that's my b*tch if we're bein technical
I got 8 big guns
And leave him in BC
Imma leave that n*gga alphabetical
You say you got money stop bein theoretical
Put choppas in that b*tch like [?]
[?] the racks that's what you better do
[?]
The choppa eat at him just like he a edible
I'm like "Are you hungry?"
Pull up with the tool it shootin like Gumby
Pull up shoot mmm yummy
These n*ggas they suck mmm dummy
Pull up with the shots [?] rap money
"Lazy so scary, Mommy!"
That n*gga was scared got hit with the tommy
Catchin a [?]
I pull up and [?]
Like boy i'm big Lazy [?]