Spazz

Super Bowl ring, we ballin' hard, we won the championship

Everybody got somethin' to say when I ain't even ask 'em shit (Nah)

Bunny rabbit broke, take a brick and do a magic trick

A hundred racks a show, get on the stage and do a backwards flip (Yeah)

I'm in L.A. with some real Crips

I want Stella McCartney, this real drip

Cartier on my face with the wood tear

Put the knife on the K, it's the real deal

Make 'em get out this bitch like a fire drill

If I won't hit a bitch, then the guys will

I've been on it, today I took five pills

I'ma run up them M's, 'cause it's God's will

How you gon' check me?

She like my gangsta, she wanna arrest me

She wanna sex me

I had to block her, she know not test me

Comin' at you **** 3D

They gon' put this shit on repeat

Everything I say, they repeat

Then these **** try to sneak diss

I ain't gon' say nothin' back, yeah

I'ma keep gettin' these racks, yeah

When you speak 'bout me, speak facts, yeah

Got an FN on the kickback (Yeah)

Big nose, hood on the demon

Big to the streets, I'm a deacon

They wouldn't even peep what I was preachin'

They just wanna see me with the leaches

Big ballers, I ain't in the bleachers

Courtside, high five the ref

Codeine got me talkin' to myself

Blowin' up, I'm blowin' out my belt

Richest top 5, nah, for real

Under twenty-five before the deal

Every time we slide, a **** kill

I just hope to God that they appeal

G5 sittin' in the cell

He 'bout to come (Came home)

I got this money on me right now

I don't even answer my phone (Put 'em on)

I had these bitches in state to state

They tryna give me some play (Leave me alone)

They know that I ain't got time to waste

I'm tryna get in they face (I'm goin' home)

I might just give you a couple of dollars, and make sure you good on a model (Good)

They know they probably wouldn't see me again unless I'm in a new Benz (The hood)

I put the Forgiatos on the car, Mickey Thompsons on the truck (For real)

I got the money, I'm runnin' it up and I've been puttin' it up (Them M's)