Yung Simmie - Spazzin lyrics

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Yung Simmie - Spazzin lyrics

[Verse 1: Yung Simmie] As I twist up this doobie and do me like its a movie, who he? I be the one you can't see in the Sun b**h I move with the drum, like buh-rum-bum-bum-bum It's the 275, p**y boy, and we deep Ain't no n***a on this earth who can get like me Who can spit like me Load the clip like me Hella punch lines, n***as wanna fight me The game so dirty, f**in up my white tee's n***as is trippin' so my n***as flippin' Hop in the lac' and we dippin', codeine sippin' Eyes so low n***a f** a vision Been cookin' dough ducked off in the kitchen She just give me brain she ain't tryna' have children What the f** you sayin' p**y n***a I ain't trippin' Thinkin' bout' the cash while I'm wood grain grippin' Dreads hang low, middle finger to the ceiling I dont even care, I'mma put it in the air Got two blunts, you could call that a pair Got two guns, I ain't shootin' in the air R.I.P. Big Pun, real n***a right here Got three hoes, I don't need a reindeer f** goin' home, give me brain right here You a fake boy I can see it in your face I pull up to the place Put n***as in they place My finger in your face boy I'm bout' to catch a case I blow your face off make your homie catch a phase I'm with a bad b**h and her a** look fake But I'm laid back and she feeding me grapes Yeah I said that The n***a scared to Run up in your crib got your kids scared too But I'm k**in' you cause' your boy dead too Talkin' that mess I'll come find you I'm all mad, sh** Tryna' divide sh** Gotta' push weight like I'm tryna' find sh** Man I'm too real I dont f** with nonsense Hatin' n***as talkin but they got nine cents When I'm shootin at ya' whip Bustin' corners, I'mma dip Purple drank, I'mma sip On my lap so I limp I'mma float like a blimp Gold Ape's like a chimp I'mma eat it like shrimp I'mma watch the blood drip Every boss, sit Choppa in the trunk, wanna see a car trick? Swervin', who car sick? Rollin' that coffin He come on my side, my n***as will off him My word that I boss him His money is mine Tryna' see me, boy you wasting your time Splittin' your wig, call it wasting your mind, n***a