ZAF

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Robbin' all the Garda trucks, tryna get our dollars up Pops in the penitentiary sayin' he proud of us We just wanna shine, we ain't botherin' nobody, bruh Switchin' up my line, cause theses bitches keep callin, bruh Yeah, okay, I should go to Hollywood Lay up with a magazine model who can swallow good If I was a betting man, I would bet I probably could You would probably lose your check for placin' the wrong bet What you mean you need another week, motherfucker Now we comin' to collect, suppressor is on the tech Shoot a nigga in the ear, he gonna be dead and deaf Then we hit his Nanna crib, tryna secure the debt Oh, what a shame, now your family in pain, man I do not be carin' like that white lady complainin I be tryna sang on my Weeknd shit, but not often It make me feel weak and shit I'm too high Zooted as f*ck, yeah And she was tight I loosened her up, yeah And you cried, you were in love I heard you cried, you were in love I'll have your baby mama hittin' scams heavy Gotta have a freak hoe young and she ready And I'ma try and take the shit as far as she let me Never let that freak hoe come between the fetti Every other week, I be flyin' out to Florida Torturin' my enemies, I be waterboardin' em And my nigga just secured a plug out in Oregon We gon' have them thangs at your door by the mornin I feel like a gymnast, all I do is flip shit I can turn the black into white, Little Kim shit This is not a fairy tale, I am non-fiction I been doin' very well, runnin up my digits Nigga keep playin' with me, I'ma have to bench him They try and step on me, but the shoe doesn't fit them She fuckin' with me for the loot and attention I give her the D like I hoop for the Pistons Hoodie on, sittin' in the coupe like a villain I can barely see, yo the shrooms must've kicked in Azul in the stack, got the Gucci bag crippin Buck shots hit him in the back so crippling Niggas try and cross on me bad like a Christian Hold my pinky ring out and make you bitches kiss it I can hear the snakes in the grass, they hissin Hit him with that heat, have them snakes sizzlin I'm too high Zooted as f*ck, yeah And she was tight I loosened her up, yeah And you cried, you were in love I heard you cried, you were in love I'll have your baby mama hittin' scams heavy Gotta have a freak hoe young and she ready And I'ma try and take the shit as far as she let me Never let that freak hoe come between the fetti Every other week, I be flyin' out to Florida Torturin' my enemies, I be waterboardin' em And my nigga just secured a plug out in Oregon We gon' have them thangs at your door by the mornin Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah