[Intro]
I'ma spaz out, I'ma spaz, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
You know I'ma spaz, my young n***a's tryna crash
You better have my back if you say you got my back
Paper tags, this foreign coupe got paper tags
Where that bag at, I needed that shit bad
Where were you when it was bad
Where were you when I was loading up that mag
Ain't shit change, I'm still loading up that mag
Cause I know these n***as plotting cause they mad
I made a way, why you mad at me
She came my way so why you mad at me
These hoes for everybody
These racks for everybody
I ain't just anybody
Can't treat me like anybody
You better approach me properly
Cause this gun on me is not no prop
All this money on me, it's not gon' stop
Got this money on me, not no problem
Had to get it, I ain't have no option
N***as out here acting like we got an option
Like we got a problem
These racks on me, I don't got no problem
These hoes on me, I don't got no problem
Shoot a n***a, I don't got no problem
My hoe tryna fuck the gang
And a young n***a walk in the club, I got that thang
N***a want some smoke, it ain't no thang
Make him sing
Like a doorbell I make it rang
Make it rang, phone let it rang
Hell nah, ain't no thang
My hoe tryna fuck the gang
And a young n***a walk in the club, I got that thang
N***a want some smoke, it ain't no thang
Make him sing
Like a doorbell I make it rang
Make it rang, phone let it rang
Hell nah, ain't no thang