MGM Kobee - Spazzin, Pt. 1 (Bonus Track) Lyrics

Hm
I might just pop out a beamer
Hm
Say that you trapping but you just be trafficking credit cards in a steamer
My niggas riding in back to back
Catch me in traffic with 7 broads and a nina
Bullets we send em like packages
We get it clapping with no applause when they see us
I drop a deuce inna liter
Don't do no procedures
I don't like to fuck with them people
They gon have to catch me in traffic
Heard when you die then it just be yo time
But these niggas be losing they life for a patek
Lil nigga talking like he want sum static
We catch him and flip him he doing gymnastics
Feel like sum liquor cus we had to chase em
And catch him and spank him they turned him to plastic
These niggas follow my wave imma prophet
My flow is exotic
My bitch is a goddess
I'm really the hottest
I been getting hunnits but I'm on the run to the money like sonic
I am the shit so I don't gotta pop it
And These niggas be lazy but watching my profits
They all in my pockets
I pull up like harden and let off 13 out this lil pocket rocket
I just lost my top for a minute now back to this popping shit
Say I die for respect and these niggas gon diss on the net
But that shit be anonymous
Yea I'm chasing a check
But you niggas gon speak on my name that shit come with a consequence
And the Bands I be chasing till I'm in a mansion with pools
Inna back like metropolis
And the police be hating
They all on my dick but them niggas they know they ain't stopping shit
I ain't talking bout madden
I'm sending a blitz so there really ain't reasons to politic
How you claiming you real but you get in that jam
And you signing yo name on they documents
Once you beefing wit me ain't no squashing it
All my young niggas shoot like Stojakovic
Bitch I be flexing in Texas like Poppovich
Imma throw up the deuces you copping it
Better thank god for yo blessing
Lil bitch be asking like why did I dog her
Told her that you know all dogs go to heaven
Married to money and bitches and weapons
First 48 how you niggas be telling
Niggas be talking they past in the present
I need me a seven to face in my session
Before the Twitter a nigga was trending
I'm starting to question you niggas obsession
It ain't no question about my progression
I'm really A.I to the game Imma reverend
Really A.I cus I don't need no practice
You niggas be shooting ain't scoring no baskets
I can't neva fumble the bag I be passing
I'm feeling like magic
I'm steady sacking
Spin on yo block double back we subtracting
I stay wit attachments on sticks we ain't average
I'm by lonely cus niggas be capping
You hop in my lane guarantee you'll be crashing
Family be feuding and brothers be clashing
I'm so addicted to flexing and flashing
Nigga a bug so can't wait till I catch em
He moving too funny round foe nem we smash him
Gang

Hm
I might just pop out a beamer
Hm
Say that you trapping but you just be trafficking credit cards in a steamer
My niggas riding in back to back
Catch me in traffic with 7 broads and a nina
Bullets we send em like packages
We get it clapping with no applause when they see us
I drop a deuce inna liter
Don't do no procedures
I don't like to fuck with them people
They gon have to catch me in traffic
Heard when you die then it just be yo time
But these niggas be losing they life for a patek
Lil nigga talking like he want sum static
We catch him and flip him he doing gymnastics
Feel like sum liquor cus we had to chase em
And catch him and spank him they turned him to plastic
These niggas follow my wave imma prophet
My flow is exotic
My bitch is a goddess
I'm really the hottest
I been getting hunnits but I'm on the run to the money like sonic
I am the shit so I don't gotta pop it
And These niggas be lazy but watching my profits
They all in my pockets
I pull up like harden and let off 13 out this lil pocket rocket
I just lost my top for a minute now back to this popping shit
Say I die for respect and these niggas gon diss on the net
But that shit be anonymous
Yea I'm chasing a check
But you niggas gon speak on my name that shit come with a consequence
And the Bands I be chasing till I'm in a mansion with pools
Inna back like metropolis
And the police be hating
They all on my dick but them niggas they know they ain't stopping shit
I ain't talking bout madden
I'm sending a blitz so there really ain't reasons to politic
How you claiming you real but you get in that jam
And you signing yo name on they documents
Once you beefing wit me ain't no squashing it
All my young niggas shoot like Stojakovic
Bitch I be flexing in Texas like Poppovich
Imma throw up the deuces you copping it
Better thank god for yo blessing
Lil bitch be asking like why did I dog her
Told her that you know all dogs go to heaven
Married to money and bitches and weapons
First 48 how you niggas be telling
Niggas be talking they past in the present
I need me a seven to face in my session
Before the Twitter a nigga was trending
I'm starting to question you niggas obsession
It ain't no question about my progression
I'm really A.I to the game Imma reverend
Really A.I cus I don't need no practice
You niggas be shooting ain't scoring no baskets
I can't neva fumble the bag I be passing
I'm feeling like magic
I'm steady sacking
Spin on yo block double back we subtracting
I stay wit attachments on sticks we ain't average
I'm by lonely cus niggas be capping
You hop in my lane guarantee you'll be crashing
Family be feuding and brothers be clashing
I'm so addicted to flexing and flashing
Nigga a bug so can't wait till I catch em
He moving too funny round foe nem we smash him
Gang