Spazzin lyrics

[Intro: Pwap & N7]
Yo, f*ck that n*gga N7
Petty Wap
n*gga, f*ck you
Hahaha
Ayy, ayy
Whoa

[Verse 1: Pwap]
I be jumpin' in the water, scuba divin'
Add a deuce with the perky just to get a little higher
I'ma roll a couple swishers just to get a little higher
I ain't payin' for the pus*y, I ain't never been the buyer
White b*tch type sh*t, call her Lizzy Wap McGuire
You be talkin' to the feds, n*ggas singin' like the choir
I'ma slaughter n*ggas' daughters, best believe I'm Michael Myers
n*ggas turnin' like a wheel, b*tch, I'm motherf*ckin' tired, on God
n*ggas get milked, turn expired
If a n*gga need the pack then I'ma sh*tty bag supplier
I be bouncin' out the gym, Kobe Bryant, but a viper
Hit a n*gga from a distance, I'm amazin', I'm a sniper
I put a pack on her ass like a motherf*ckin' diaper
Stupid wet, drippin' off like a windshield wiper
Made a b*tch eat a pickle, call me Petty Peter Piper
I'ma bless a lil' b*tch like a motherf*ckin' Bible, on God
[Verse 2: N7]
Like a motherf*ckin' Bible, bless a n*gga
If he threaten me, I be bouncin' out the function with my other brother Petty
Baby, I just want the mouth 'cause the pus*y stink daily
Can't mix with Ciroc 'cause I told her I'm a lefty
Booty trap onion, servin' coke out her pus*y
Baby mama had a baby, spittin' daisies
I was swimmin' in the water, pus*y wetter than a jet-ski
And I told her get creative, let me f*ck you and your bestie
n*gga so cold that he probably was a yeti
I been poppin' like some hockers got a bad b*tch, she in Asia
Kickin' sh*t just like FIFA, in the Wicked gettin' messy
Hot sauce all because the drip dead like some Jerseys

[Verse 3: Pwap]
Wax off on the dime, on the ice Wayne Gretzky
Just got the b*tch number, stupid, now she be sextin'
I be cappin' off of b*tches, sellin' pus*y in the Telly
Told the b*tches you can suck it but you cannot take a selfie

[Verse 4: N7]
Spazzin' like a rabbit, karats, I ain't smokin' veggies
Spinnin' like a ceiling fan and it come with Wendy's
Walk in with a full kit then I walk in with an empty
Call it Lil Caesar's 'cause the Glock hot and ready
[Verse 5: Pwap]
I call it Lil Caesar's 'cause the chopper hot and ready
Got a thick white b*tch, had to call her Lil Debbie
She the type to eat the di*k, same time the b*tch met me
I'm the type to f*ck her face, and she the type of b*tch let me
b*tch it's Pwap from the Wicked, only gangsters in my section
Drawin' down on the n*gga, sendin' message, I'll wet 'em
Flash quick on a pus*y n*gga, flashin' epileptic
Where's Wap? N7, we gettin' fetty, servin' Petty

[Verse 6: N7]
Knock him out his sandals since he wanna flip-flop
Big Glock, thirty long, Chris Bosh, big knots
Me and you in love, think not, you thought
b*tch stop, kick rocks, big thot

[Verse 7: Pwap]
Hey Mama, look, I made it, I'm on WorldStar
Party rockstar, hotboxin' in your girl car
Straight Actavis, I don't never do the Wockhardt
Still the same n*gga, hard-headed since hell start

[Verse 8: N7 & Pwap]
Just copped a lil' b*tch to be cute, she from PetSmart
Flex hard, stretch a check out, leavin' stretch marks
Next park, b*tches washed out like a wet car
Pass the pack to my n*gga trap like Brett Favre
Chopper too big, knock a n*gga out
Don't go pretending, my pockets hungry, I could eat a cow
Top of the chamber, these b*tches f*ck for a little clout
We the ones invented it, step in, and show you n*ggas how to wiggle down
[Verse 9: Pwap]
Show the same n*ggas how to wiggle up
Never leave my gang, that's on my wrist and I'ma lift it up
Shout out Sosa Fling, yeah that's my n*gga, never switchin' up
West to South Side, mud brothers gettin' bigger bucks

[Verse 10: N7 & Pwap]
Ayy, N7, Petty Wap, on some money sh*t, (Bag sh*t)
Never ever catch me lackin', lil' mad b*tch (Sad sh*t)
I'm a 700 goonie wreakin' havoc (Gas sh*t)
Just walked through the West, f*ck traffic (I crash sh*t)
b*tch I walk with a wicked, I wiggle, [?] a melon
If I hop out the whip and I wake the roof up like I'm winning
Hundred eight balls in the kitchen, turn the safehouse to a witness
Soon as we hit the block up, I swear that all my n*ggas linen

[Verse 11: Pwap]
I had to lift up my chopper, it's 'bout to eat you like spaghetti
It's Pwap from the Wicked but my b*tches just call me Petty
Had the sauce on my body, I'm finna blow just like confetti
And all you n*ggas ain't 'bout it, I'm really spazzin', stupid ready