Lil Baby – Spazz Lyrics

Lil Baby – Spazz Lyrics
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    "Spazz." - Lil Baby

    Album: Harder Than Ever
    Track No: 02

    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)

    Writer(s): Lil Baby & Joshua "Southside" Luellen.

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