need rest

By yuke

On Miss Misery

Released on March 7, 2025

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[Chorus]

Ay, spazz out

Bitch I’m with the crashouts (Crashouts)

Got yo’ ho in this spot

She got her ass out (Got her ass out)

Bought a Tommy bag, ,girl I’ve been bagged out (Bitch I've been bagged out)

Beat that nigga with the grip till he blackout (Blackout)

Fuckin’ on that bitch

Break her back down (Break her back down)

Bitch I’m doing shows

I got shit to brag about (To brag about)

Like, I just copped a zip

I used to cop a ounce (Used to cop a ounce)

Let em diss Finesse and he get filled with rounds


[Verse]

MVP I'm shooting greens, I'm like

MVP I'm shooting greens, like "Where my crown?"

She said “You so blunt” No, put the cup down

She be buggin’ out

Be like "What’s wrong now?" (What’s wrong now)


[Refrain]

What’s wrong now (What’s wrong now)

What’s wrong now (What’s wrong now)

Bitch I don’t got no time to talk now

Bitch I’m fucking to my fucking guap now

Bitch I’m ‘bout my guala

Bitch I’m ‘bout my dollars

That make her holla

Good brain like she a scholar

I got twenty-seven dollars

Good drank got me nauseous

Yuh, yuh, uh, yuh, yuh, uh


[Chorus]

Ay, spazz out

Bitch I’m with the crashouts (Crashouts)

Got yo’ ho in this spot

She got her ass out (Got her ass out)

Bought a Tommy bag, ,girl I’ve been bagged out (Bitch I've been bagged out)

Beat that nigga with the grip till he blackout (Blackout)

Fuckin’ on that bitch

Break her back down (Break her back down)

Bitch I’m doing shows

I got shit to brag about (To brag about)

Like, I just copped a zip

I used to cop a ounce (Used to cop a ounce)

Let em diss Finesse and he get filled with rounds


[Verse]

All I know finesse

I could never stress

That bitch still on my dick

Need to put that shit to rest

Put my songs up on your head

‘Cause you keep singing that shit

You could [?]

But you can never get in, hah


[Refrain + Outro]

What’s wrong now? (What’s wrong now?)

What’s wrong now? (What’s wrong now?)

Bitch I don’t got no time to talk now

Bitch I’m fucking to my fucking guap now

Bitch I’m ‘bout my guala

Bitch I’m ‘bout my dollars

That make her holla

Good brain like she a scholar

I got twenty-seven dollars

Good drank got me nauseous

See ‘em then I drop ‘em

I been getting cake nigga

Lookin’ like I modded

It’s funny how they hate

But they always still watchin’ you (Still watchin’ you)