Spaced Out Video (MV)

(Goshxo man)
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Yeah my bitch got cake now
Y'all tryna f*ck on bae hah
Can't get too close better space out
I got the choppa feeling spaced out
Why is yo' phone is always faced down?
Bet not let me find that you fake now
'Cause if I find out you finna lay down
Got my Glock 9 on me better move around
Better not fool around
'Cause this 5.56 not leaving no trace 'round
These niggas be snakes they really be fake gods
Finna pack my shit and move out to H-Town
You come around playing getcha' face found
Body laying around dead that's a case bound
I stack up these racks not tryna' wait now
Curved me back then now you want the dick now
I be playing this shit like it's playdoh
I'm outta this world feel like Pluto
I'ma big boss 'cause I say so
I'm stacking these racks count up pesos
I peep whatchu' do but that's cool though
I'm not about to stress for no hoe
You say love me April Fools bro
You tryna' come back better move on
Hop in that scat finna lose tone
You said you popped who? Not in this zone
You got (fah) I'm like who knows
You say f*cked who? I'm like fasho

Yeah I'm smoking this boof
Hop that car we gon' shoot
You say you got quap where the food?
I'm 'bout to pull up on you
Bae c'mon lets get in this room
I gotta.. oh
I'ma 'bout.. achoo
Bitch I just sneezed say bless you
I'm 'bout to cop me a room
You already know what to do
Yeah-woo, woah-woo
I be f*cking my bitch while screaming she cumin'
I gotta dodge all the hate I gotta dodge the assumptions
I be f*cking with Yeat but I'm not doing no funny shit
I'm not selling my soul I'm doing not none of this
I use to live in a house with nothing but bugs in it
My bitch she bad to the bone so ain't no touching this
My bitch she the shit so no ain't no f*cking this
We hop out that coupe yeah is you gon' f*ck with this?
If i light up this boof is you gon' smoke this shit?
When it's time to slide is gon' do that shit?
Is you gon' do that shit?
He slimed you out wiping your nose
Niggas nowadays will switch over hoes
He was your homie now he turned into a foe
You can't rock with the clan we don't know you no more
Me and ¡The Kłan! we always on go
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah