SPAZZ lyrics

Yo -

You ain't saying sh*t, you should bite the f*ck down
N*ggas always wanna play too cool when you around
How's that real clout? When I see your fake chains brown
That's a real snout, on my potnas- shhh, you dyin' now

A lot of n*ggas out here still posing like rockstars
Imma show you how to really not give a f*ck
Tap ya database to blow ya spot - I bet he run
How you tough online, but IRL don't want the ones?

N*ggas tried to count me out, I'm back from the dead
With more power than I ever had
My di*k all in ya mouth (b*tch)
N*ggas say they gang, talk about you then they smile

Keep precision on my vision with these two-faced sided clowns
Bout to train for martial arts, so motherf*ck a gun
I ain't with that tough sh*t, but you'll be sh*tting when I'm done
I'm just talking ish, I just do that sh*t for fun
Lotta rappers think they big and bad, but can you back it up, yuh

I walk in this b*tch hand on my di*k
Walking like I'm Vincе
Chain gang, I can't break the code on my John Cеna sh*t
Set ya spot ablaze, I had a knick for fire as a kid
West coast n*gga, feeling ATL the way I'm stomping sh*t

I broke up with my hoe, think I'm finna hit the streets again
Can't feel a thing unless lil shawty hoppin' on my (hey)
And I been on the edge with how my mama sick
Been tiktoking with the devil, we went viral when I split his wig

Hey, I'm outta pocket - been that way since a kid
Dust on my shoulder on occasion, a lil chip
These clout chasers tired, why they on they knees again?
These n*ggas buying fans, hope you don't breathe again

Been working on my peace, I need to see a therapist
I'd rather slit my wrist and end that sh*t like Actavis
Wait, no, I'm tripping f*ck that sh*t, but I ain't getting jipped
All that money can go to the life that we ain't lived

I'm still hittin licks
I ain't signed yet, better wake the f*ck up Mitch Lucker
Cause me? No I ain't die yet

I bring the swag to anything, I feel like Rhymefest
I should name you rappers "3.14", y'all boys pie man

Raw sh*t to yo face, can you digest?
Fall sh*t, these bodies droppin' like it's mind sex
Crack rock laced in my flow, grab the Pyrex
I been on my grind for hella long, why I ain't signed yet? (x2)
I ain't signed yet

Aye, It's Hash Motherf*cking Gordon
Hashy F baby, boy with the master plan
Your favorite rapper's favorite rapper
Aha, I got my mental health right

Got my paper right, I'm eating good
My skin good, I'm drinking juice
My b*tch bad, my mama proud
All gas, no breaks it ain't safe for you b*tch ass n*ggas

Stop playin' with me like I ain't that n*gga

I'm out!