Veyster - Spaz Out (feat. Doccy)

Wake up filthy
Look, spazzing out
I been cashing out
I been crashing out
I don't take no X's now
I swear to god I lost my mind before I seen the clout
I heard niggas want to slide, they better go and take the safer route
Spaz out
I'm in my bag now
Niggas ain't sipping no act now
That lean it make me act out
I got rich, now my bitch she want me back now
But nigga I'm going to get that bag, never back down
It's Wocky season
Bad bitch she trying to eat me
I left my blower at the crib, my brodie got me, I ain't need it
I know some niggas itching for the perks, niggas fiending
Crossed them niggas out my life, bad business, I delete it
That bitch she trying to fuck me everyday, but she's an eater
I slide over to her crib, get the brain, then I leave it
These bitches going to be bitches, like a dog, I'm going to treat them
I don't give a fuck, I let her run around, this shit too easy
Tahitian Treat and wocky, and my bitch she from Tahiti
I don't get in my feelings, hit the studio and let them try to beat me
Niggas copy me like clones, do you want a feature?
Said you want to learn the way of life, like fuck it, I can teach you
Shit I feel like Mike Jack, this life shit, I just beat it
Bro don't talk to me when I get in that mode, I don't need you
My bitch shy as hell, and she fine as fuck, but she a demon
Shorty I just want the head, not trying to fuck, bitch come eat my semen
His bitch bad
Make him mad
I run off with that
Niggas really fags, I blow you down, I don't play like that
Doccy had a bad bitch, I got the head, I gave her back
Like yeah you got that pussy, but you paid the tab
I can teach you how to make some bread
I don't want to fuck for real, I just want the
She keep feeling on my drake, thought it was my leg
If I make it to her status, I'm fucking some fans
Little baby, I'm a rockstar
Had to fuck that little bitch, she had my cock hard
Turtle pie got me high as fuck, I'm chilling on mars
She said it's kind of large
I'm in Hawaii on the beach, I'm sipping some margs
I'm like how you going to slide, you don't got no car
Like yeah she bad as hell, I'm not swiping my card
Fuck
He died right before the beef he ain't make it that far
Nigga died before the beef, he ain't make it that far

Written by:
Messias Dockery, Vey Womack

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