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bway yungy - spazzin out lyrics

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[intro]
hey, i just missed murda man call
i been f_cked up behind that sh_t, i miss my dog
ayy, look, i’m just coolin’ with my brothers we full of
motherf_ckin’ percocets, tan, the tan
ayy, look, though
ayy, free jaybo, free them goblins
you hear me? can’t nothin’, forever wildin’
realest, you can’t stop ’em from wildin’

[chorus]
tell me why a n_gga hatin’, they hatin’ on a n_gga
i can’t take back what i said, tell them b_tches get out they feelings
i’m the sickest whoever did it, this wasn’t even my intentions
you know we be trigger itchin’, k!ll or be k!lled, so get with it
rollin’ ’round, the cutter law, hе run up on me, back him off
b_tch, you a clown, reach for my chain and your head, i takе it off
this house ain’t safe, if i spot an opp anywhere, i’m flashin’ out
once you caught up in that smoke, b_tch, it ain’t no backin’ out, no coppin’ out

[verse 1]
and my chain sw_ng, let my nuts hang
what you sayin’? i don’t g_ngb_ng, but b_tch, we bang bang
ho, quit playin’, goblin gang, i throw up my set
i can talk my sh_t, stitches got twenty bands, fifteen ’round my neck
don’t forget i can still put fifteen on your head
it’s been six months, spent thirty bands for to get my brother out the can
and if a n_gga want smoke, tell a n_gga roger that
and i’ma bust your f_ckin’ head and ain’t no throwin’ no white flag
soldier mentality, thug life, since a kid, a bad_ass (woo)
lil’ n_gga with a mug, for some reason, he always mad
this big pistol i tote ’cause i can’t get my brothers back
a problem child, you beef with me, drop a bag and get you smashed
so if we ever had smoke, that’s on your ass
[chorus]
tell me why a n_gga hatin’, they hatin’ on a n_gga
i can’t take back what i said, tell them b_tches get out they feelings
i’m the sickest whoever did it, this wasn’t even my intentions
you know we be trigger itchin’, k!ll or be k!lled, so get with it
rollin’ ’round, the cutter law, he run up on me, back him off
b_tch, you a clown, reach for my chain and your head, i take it off
this house ain’t safe, if i spot an opp anywhere, i’m flashin’ out
once you caught up in that smoke, b_tch, it ain’t no backin’ out, no coppin’ out

[verse 2]
air it out, she let me show ’em what i’m ’bout
spazzin’ out, and my brother full of percs ‘sleep on the couch
it’s summer time, i got my jacket on ’cause n_gga, them glocks hot
and i’m dyin’ for my respect, all eyes on me like i’m 2pac
you say you thuggin’
this four_five bake a n_gga like an oven
go wet a n_gga block and leave it rusty
i don’t wanna talk at all, end of discussion

[chorus]
tell me why a n_gga hatin’, they hatin’ on a n_gga
i can’t take back what i said, tell them b_tches get out they feelings
i’m the sickest whoever did it, this wasn’t even my intentions
you know we be trigger itchin’, k!ll or be k!lled, so get with it
rollin’ ’round, the cutter law, he run up on me, back him off
b_tch, you a clown, reach for my chain and your head, i take it off
this house ain’t safe, if i spot an opp anywhere, i’m flashin’ out
once you caught up in that smoke, b_tch, it ain’t no backin’ out, no coppin’ out
[outro]
no backin’ out, no backin’ out
it ain’t no backin’ out
it ain’t no backin’ out
i’ma—

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