[Intro]
Spaz, why you not picking up the motherfuckin’ phone? You must with some bitch or something. I knew you was a fuckin’ ho, man, fuck you bitch
(I love DJ Gren8de)

[Chorus]
Yea
Baby whoa pop out they know I'm sumn' sick
If he play with the mob he gon’ get his shit split
I ain’t Keanu Reeves but then boys call me Spaz Wick
If you want some gas just hit my flip phone
Got the whole load gone
Pull up to his show get it postponed
Dawg, when I hit the lick, I’m bad to the bone
Talking ‘bout fraud, when he seen the stick, made him watch his tone
Hundred band lick, hood rich, but that shit all gone
Ninth grade hit my first lick got my first iPhone
Slimed that n***a back, but this ain’t Geico
17 years old, bought my first riflе
Jew Glizz, pray to the Glock, he ain’t picking up no biblе
Heavyweight [?], I got the title

[Verse 1]
They thought Baby Whoa broke his damn jaw
I call up my Woah’s, know they number one call
My capo said "I gotta get you a song"
Money keep callin’, updated ringtone
Glock too sexy, call it Nia Long
High as fuck on the moon, Neil Armstrong
And I be with some goons, they don't play the law
17 bands, I think I made his bond
Hm, my brother said when he see you, he gon’ kill you
If I see you, it be bad news
Think I need a hammer, bitch I’m loose screw
We ain’t gon’ for nothing, I be with some troops
N***a, I’m just young, driving with your crew
N***a, I’m a don, GL till I'm [?]
Pull a drake and con in a different suit
Spinnin' through the hood, shooting at his roof
Wanna be a big dog, but all he do is woof
Free Trish, knock that n***a tooth
He could be a quick lick, n***a I’m the truth
[Chorus]
Yea
Baby whoa pop out they know that I'm some’ sick
If he play with the mob he gon’ get his shit split
I ain’t Keanu Reeves but them boys call me Spaz Wick
If you want some gas just hit my flip phone
Got the whole load gone
Pull up to his show get it postponed
Dawg, when I hit the lick, I’m bad to the bone
Talking ‘bout fraud, when he seen the stick, made him watch his tone
Hundred band lick, hood rich, but that shit all gone
Ninth grade hit my first lick got my first iPhone
Slimed that n***a back, but this ain’t Geico
17 years old, bought my first rifle
Ju Glizz, pray to the Glock, he ain’t picking up no bible
Heavyweight [?], I got the title

[Verse 2]
Fifty round drum on that bit’ like American Idol
He don’t want no smoke wit’ a n***a, just wylin
Shit ain’t no fuckin’ cartoon, we don’t watch Wall-E
Rock out with that glizzy, ain’t going like Gandhi
Hilfiger my gun and I post up with tommy
Babylife vampire, n***a, you can’t slime me
Trendsetter, know them boy wan’ copy
Real go-getter, up the fye’ and pop it
Don’t believe in politics, go grab the choppa
Bitch, I’m Babylife, but I could be your father
Pop out with that baby draco, that’s my toddler
I put the Glock by the peach cobbler
Why you got a Glock, you ain’t gon’ pop it
Fifteen a gram, n***a come shop it
N***a got a gun, n***a red dot it
Hm, I be with real vampires
Kell finna pop out, he gon’ let the stick shine
You know Stunna be with me, he break yo’ jawline
My unc a crack baby, he born in the eighties
Real sharpshooter on the block, call me KD
Pull out the pistol, he think he finna run a fade with me
Police ass n***a, talking to the agency