Drumma Drama - Spazz Out (Intro) lyrics

[Verse 1:] I just talked to Boosie mama sh** f**ed Up (Hello) She Know I'm Praying For Ya Dawg Keep Ya Head Up (Keep ya Head Up Homie) I Just called ta the city.. Young n***as still wit it So This Summer Its Gone Be a k**ing Plus I got the feeling some p**y a** rappers gonna try to play me And the record label might not try to pay me But f** it, I'm a spazz out, spazz out I think I'm a spazz out, spazz out! [Verse 2:] I just talked to my homie, said he ain't a**ed out He got a chopper, and I know he's about to spazz out Put that white up for a minute brought that Gra** Out I'm Going Green On'nem Hoes ma Block a cash camp I Put that white up Drop that black and brought that mask out These n***as Still Talking Ignorant I'm a crash out! I'm about to crash out, I'm about to crash out! A brand new beamer, a brand new phone and n***a cashed out And if I have to shoot a n***a, I'm just gon bail out Kick up my feet, watch bet and kush my self out I never said a lot, labels say I held out Cause I'm made 80k/week don't give a hell about! The realest n***a walking my shows gon sell out I'm talking chickens b**h, let's break the scale out I'm about to spazz out, spazz out I think I'm a spazz out, spazz out! [Verse 3:] I put my mind in this sh** Grind in this sh** Blood, Sweat, and tears I put my time in this sh** n***as took the easy route I had to climb in this sh** From Cocaine Muzik 1 to Cocaine Muzik number 6 I'm a spazz out, spazz out f** it, I'm a spazz out, spazz out! And this that c**aine muzik f** It I'm about to lose it Mac 19 extended clips n***as gon make me use it I'm a beat that p**y up b**h, I'll talmbout bruise it... Spank that a**...and beat beat it up Cocaine muzik [Verse 4:] Hold on, stop the beat, cut me up Make sure n***as hear me clear This is my acceptance speech! I'm the gangsta of the year Thanks the soda, thank the kitchen Thanks the friends that show me love Thanks the trap before I leave the stage, I must salute the plug Thank the streets, thank every n***a that ever doubted me... Thanks to beef kept me on my toes like I 'oughta be Look at me balling now, right here I'm supposed to be Feds won't trap a n***a, hit me with conspiracy f** it, do your job then Broke, I'm a rob then I need organized crime, we're a mob, then! Bring the streets back like some hard then This sh** is real life, so I'm a put my heart in! Gangsta of the year Realest n***a of all time Streets cast ya votes It's nomination time Gotti!