[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)