I need a six figure stock
Cookin I smell like the rock
I hear these niggas can talk
Stop with that jittery jot
Either you wit it or not
Glock in the box
Ready to pop
My
Finger been itchin a lot
Solid as rock
Secrets on lock
Shh
I'll never talk to the cops
Chasin a lot never a thot
I cannot fumble the pot
Gotta evade and resist
Bippity bop on a bitch
Its hard for me to commit
Ha
Thats just the way that it is
You know the jewelry it drips
You niggas soften the talk
Workin a bitch
My niggas crazy as shit
Slow rush was shit
I won't break bread wit a bitch
I need to pour up a fifth
Talk to me I wont say shit
Except Steez and Binji they lit
I got yo pockets on list
I get the dough and I dip
Its hard for me to resist
I might get up in her shit
I just might f*ck up her hips
Watch what you say when you splittin yo lips
I just might throw me a fit
Marcus got caught out there hittin a lick
Takin no less than a brick
Niggas on media too quick to click
Im just postin funny shit
If you go runnin ya lips too much
I'll cut you off hella quick thats facts
I just took off wit a hit oh well
How perfect the timin it is so swell
If I hurt yo feelins then shit my bad
Put out yo hand imma hit it my bag
Everyone snakes and im snippin I snapped
I put a dot on my pistol thats facts
2 sounds
Click clack
No cap
Yall got no cheese and yall rats
These birdies start flockin my nigga tell me to relax
I shoot at the booty I shoot at the booty then bap
We swappin em out and we kill it and givin it back
She poppin on something she probably won't know how to act
Im takin trips off of this planet by smokin a pack
I had to switch up cause I cannot keep f*ckin with ack
Met so many plugs in the VA might have to go back
We see cash and finer things
Hatas wont get hold on me
Time to cut the puppet strings
Aint no more controlling me
Now I do just what I want
Take what I need then I'm gone
They hear rat tat tat they run
But we shoot at shit for fun
Spazz out im probably on one
Heart is butchered that's for sure
I got no love for a hoe
Plant that cookie let it grow
Then I make sure yea I blow
Trilla $wain - Spazz Lyrics
Trilla $wain - Spazz Lyrics
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I need a six figure stock
Cookin I smell like the rock
I hear these niggas can talk
Stop with that jittery jot
Either you wit it or not
Glock in the box
Ready to pop
My
Finger been itchin a lot
Solid as rock
Secrets on lock
Shh
I'll never talk to the cops
Chasin a lot never a thot
I cannot fumble the pot
Gotta evade and resist
Bippity bop on a bitch
Its hard for me to commit
Ha
Thats just the way that it is
You know the jewelry it drips
You niggas soften the talk
Workin a bitch
My niggas crazy as shit
Slow rush was shit
I won't break bread wit a bitch
I need to pour up a fifth
Talk to me I wont say shit
Except Steez and Binji they lit
I got yo pockets on list
I get the dough and I dip
Its hard for me to resist
I might get up in her shit
I just might f*ck up her hips
Watch what you say when you splittin yo lips
I just might throw me a fit
Marcus got caught out there hittin a lick
Takin no less than a brick
Niggas on media too quick to click
Im just postin funny shit
If you go runnin ya lips too much
I'll cut you off hella quick thats facts
I just took off wit a hit oh well
How perfect the timin it is so swell
If I hurt yo feelins then shit my bad
Put out yo hand imma hit it my bag
Everyone snakes and im snippin I snapped
I put a dot on my pistol thats facts
2 sounds
Click clack
No cap
Yall got no cheese and yall rats
These birdies start flockin my nigga tell me to relax
I shoot at the booty I shoot at the booty then bap
We swappin em out and we kill it and givin it back
She poppin on something she probably won't know how to act
Im takin trips off of this planet by smokin a pack
I had to switch up cause I cannot keep f*ckin with ack
Met so many plugs in the VA might have to go back
We see cash and finer things
Hatas wont get hold on me
Time to cut the puppet strings
Aint no more controlling me
Now I do just what I want
Take what I need then I'm gone
They hear rat tat tat they run
But we shoot at shit for fun
Spazz out im probably on one
Heart is butchered that's for sure
I got no love for a hoe
Plant that cookie let it grow
Then I make sure yea I blow
Cookin I smell like the rock
I hear these niggas can talk
Stop with that jittery jot
Either you wit it or not
Glock in the box
Ready to pop
My
Finger been itchin a lot
Solid as rock
Secrets on lock
Shh
I'll never talk to the cops
Chasin a lot never a thot
I cannot fumble the pot
Gotta evade and resist
Bippity bop on a bitch
Its hard for me to commit
Ha
Thats just the way that it is
You know the jewelry it drips
You niggas soften the talk
Workin a bitch
My niggas crazy as shit
Slow rush was shit
I won't break bread wit a bitch
I need to pour up a fifth
Talk to me I wont say shit
Except Steez and Binji they lit
I got yo pockets on list
I get the dough and I dip
Its hard for me to resist
I might get up in her shit
I just might f*ck up her hips
Watch what you say when you splittin yo lips
I just might throw me a fit
Marcus got caught out there hittin a lick
Takin no less than a brick
Niggas on media too quick to click
Im just postin funny shit
If you go runnin ya lips too much
I'll cut you off hella quick thats facts
I just took off wit a hit oh well
How perfect the timin it is so swell
If I hurt yo feelins then shit my bad
Put out yo hand imma hit it my bag
Everyone snakes and im snippin I snapped
I put a dot on my pistol thats facts
2 sounds
Click clack
No cap
Yall got no cheese and yall rats
These birdies start flockin my nigga tell me to relax
I shoot at the booty I shoot at the booty then bap
We swappin em out and we kill it and givin it back
She poppin on something she probably won't know how to act
Im takin trips off of this planet by smokin a pack
I had to switch up cause I cannot keep f*ckin with ack
Met so many plugs in the VA might have to go back
We see cash and finer things
Hatas wont get hold on me
Time to cut the puppet strings
Aint no more controlling me
Now I do just what I want
Take what I need then I'm gone
They hear rat tat tat they run
But we shoot at shit for fun
Spazz out im probably on one
Heart is butchered that's for sure
I got no love for a hoe
Plant that cookie let it grow
Then I make sure yea I blow
Writer: Trevon Swain
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