Текст песни Spazz Out - Lil Boss

Hitman on the beat, for real
I take hits for cheap, for real

Silly bitch up in my face, and she tryna get cracked
Big Caesars what I bang, so I be hollering out, "What's cracking?"
How you wanna get down, lil' nigga? We can make it happen
I'm a lil' nigga pulling tricks, I can make you disappear like magic
How you on the block and you still broke? You don't be trapping
Niggas mocking hard, but they don't know I snuck my strap in
Niggas ain't gon' play with me, 'cause I ain't with all that capping
I took his bitch too many times, they wanna arrest me for kidnapping
Nigga talk shit, knock your face off
Catch a big play, it's no baseball
Like the Rockies, nigga, I'ma take off
I can fuck your bitch with my face card
Them bitch niggas know what's up with me
None of them niggas can fuck with me
Your bitch, she giving away nut for free
I fuck her 'til she bust on me
This bitch, she tried to use me, so I played like I was clueless
She really thought I was stupid, but I know these hoes be choosing
Fuck the bitch and make a movie, she clap that ass like an Uzi
Got a gun, but you ain't gon' use it
Y'all niggas don't really be shooting
Man, we sell hella D, and we flex plenty P's
Pocket full of rickety's, but I can get you hit for free
NFG, YSP, CIP, Fatz, and G's
I flex the pack with ease, and I keep a strap on me
A young nigga with a dirty skill
Playing in the water like Michael Phelps
No Taco Bell, but I keep shells, nigga play with me, he gon' need help
And I ride with the strap, no seatbelt
Toss his body on the beach by the seashells
Niggas act real, but they be telling
Broke-ass music, ain't even selling
I be acting bad, dumb ho want that cash
Lil' bitch, she super fast, fuck that bitch from the back
I fucked her and her friend, with they lil' nasty ass
DJ playing "Act a Thug", and now them girls, they throwing ass
My cute girl said I'm full with the dick, with my lil' grown ass
She ain't even know I popped a Perc', plus I'm a grown man
You can smell the weed smoke in my shirt, 'cause this shit potent
You don't gotta ask me if I'm strapped, 'cause you know I'm toting
All my niggas 20 Crips, we rich and rolling
Cut off my out of town bitch, 'cause she was boring
A lot of niggas be talking shit, but I know they don't want it
We gon' sit outside your crib until the early morning
Chop your house up while you eating breakfast like good morning
Pull up, skip behind me, skrrt-skrrt, smash out in this foreign
Stolen car with no license plate
So we ain't worried 'bout no warrants
If a nigga bring up my name, I'ma shoot his ass in his face
When you mention me, speak facts, and let them know that I sling K's
Let them know I chop your block, I hit that shit up day for day
Let them know you got a hot lil' bitch, and she love giving face
Let them know you play with me, I knock you off and close the case