Spazz out
Spazz out
Ride until I crash out
Spazz out
Spazz out
1 8 on the dash now
Spazz out
Spazz out
Blow her lower back out
Stacking up these bands these bands I'm feeling like I'm Jerry Stackhouse
I'm fired up
Fired up
Bitch I'm way too fired up
Fired up
Fired up
Big dog like I'm Fido
We fired up
Fired up
Walk in with some pride hoe
Rolling loud Miami how I got this bitch 2 live hoe
I'm geeked
And I'm way too tweaked
Ran a 3-man with my bros and I ain't even get no sleep
Stepping hard in Air Force ones and them shits still don't crease
Suck me up right through my boxers, told her go keep this shit brief
She said Mike
You ain't gotta do that
I said yes I do, I gotta head out
Cause I gotta go shoot that
That shot that I'm taking
Best believe that I'm making
This life is mine, who said it was yours
I ain't gotta rephrase it
Up in this bitch, we all going stupid, all going crazy
I want this shit now, I don't want it later, ain't got my no patience
I walk out the bank, I'm lining my pockets with Benjamin Franklins
Black and white diamonds up on my neck, how can I be racist
I walk in the club, we got this bitch jumping
In some brand new ray bans
All these white diamond chains, if he try and reach
He might go and break dance
Give her some dick now she all on my line
She stuck like a spray tan
If I nut too quick, I dust it right off
Run it back like Achane
Spazz out
Spazz out
Ride until I crash out
Spazz out
Spazz out
1 8 on the dash now
Spazz out
Spazz out
Blow her lower back out
Stacking up these bands these bands I'm feeling like I'm Jerry Stackhouse
I'm fired up
Fired up
Bitch I'm way too fired up
Fired up
Fired up
Big dog like I'm Fido
We fired up
Fired up
Walk in with some pride hoe
Rolling loud Miami how I got this bitch 2 live hoe
I'm geeked
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Spazz out
Spazz out
Ride until I crash out
Spazz out
Spazz out
1 8 on the dash now
Spazz out
Spazz out
Blow her lower back out
Stacking up these bands these bands I'm feeling like I'm Jerry Stackhouse
I'm fired up
Fired up
Bitch I'm way too fired up
Fired up
Fired up
Big dog like I'm Fido
We fired up
Fired up
Walk in with some pride hoe
Rolling loud Miami how I got this bitch 2 live hoe
I'm geeked
And I'm way too tweaked
Ran a 3-man with my bros and I ain't even get no sleep
Stepping hard in Air Force ones and them shits still don't crease
Suck me up right through my boxers, told her go keep this shit brief
She said Mike
You ain't gotta do that
I said yes I do, I gotta head out
Cause I gotta go shoot that
That shot that I'm taking
Best believe that I'm making
This life is mine, who said it was yours
I ain't gotta rephrase it
Up in this bitch, we all going stupid, all going crazy
I want this shit now, I don't want it later, ain't got my no patience
I walk out the bank, I'm lining my pockets with Benjamin Franklins
Black and white diamonds up on my neck, how can I be racist
I walk in the club, we got this bitch jumping
In some brand new ray bans
All these white diamond chains, if he try and reach
He might go and break dance
Give her some dick now she all on my line
She stuck like a spray tan
If I nut too quick, I dust it right off
Run it back like Achane
Spazz out
Spazz out
Ride until I crash out
Spazz out
Spazz out
1 8 on the dash now
Spazz out
Spazz out
Blow her lower back out
Stacking up these bands these bands I'm feeling like I'm Jerry Stackhouse
I'm fired up
Fired up
Bitch I'm way too fired up
Fired up
Fired up
Big dog like I'm Fido
We fired up
Fired up
Walk in with some pride hoe
Rolling loud Miami how I got this bitch 2 live hoe
I'm geeked
Spazz out
Ride until I crash out
Spazz out
Spazz out
1 8 on the dash now
Spazz out
Spazz out
Blow her lower back out
Stacking up these bands these bands I'm feeling like I'm Jerry Stackhouse
I'm fired up
Fired up
Bitch I'm way too fired up
Fired up
Fired up
Big dog like I'm Fido
We fired up
Fired up
Walk in with some pride hoe
Rolling loud Miami how I got this bitch 2 live hoe
I'm geeked
And I'm way too tweaked
Ran a 3-man with my bros and I ain't even get no sleep
Stepping hard in Air Force ones and them shits still don't crease
Suck me up right through my boxers, told her go keep this shit brief
She said Mike
You ain't gotta do that
I said yes I do, I gotta head out
Cause I gotta go shoot that
That shot that I'm taking
Best believe that I'm making
This life is mine, who said it was yours
I ain't gotta rephrase it
Up in this bitch, we all going stupid, all going crazy
I want this shit now, I don't want it later, ain't got my no patience
I walk out the bank, I'm lining my pockets with Benjamin Franklins
Black and white diamonds up on my neck, how can I be racist
I walk in the club, we got this bitch jumping
In some brand new ray bans
All these white diamond chains, if he try and reach
He might go and break dance
Give her some dick now she all on my line
She stuck like a spray tan
If I nut too quick, I dust it right off
Run it back like Achane
Spazz out
Spazz out
Ride until I crash out
Spazz out
Spazz out
1 8 on the dash now
Spazz out
Spazz out
Blow her lower back out
Stacking up these bands these bands I'm feeling like I'm Jerry Stackhouse
I'm fired up
Fired up
Bitch I'm way too fired up
Fired up
Fired up
Big dog like I'm Fido
We fired up
Fired up
Walk in with some pride hoe
Rolling loud Miami how I got this bitch 2 live hoe
I'm geeked
Writer: Michael Tierney
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