Bitch its Zoedagoat, and lil f*cking C
Pussy nigga had done died tryna f*ck with me
Leave him six feet in the ground talk bout six feet
Nigga, all I do is creep all I know is creep
Nigga, all I know is eat all I know is eat
Niggas out here seven days, why these niggas weak?
Hold on nigga, I been on my grind for like a thousand days
Nigga, I can show you how to get a thousand ways
Nigga, you ain't got no paper why the f*ck you hating?
Nigga, my bro lost his life got ate by an alligator
Damn, I was in the trenches gotta get it off
Niggas out here think they hard they really soft
I was just a worker now I am a boss
Nigga, pull up on him, get it off
I might pull up brand new Fisker I could be your mister
She want Perkys in her system get it in her system
Uh aye, I was tryna hit him f*ck it, I'm gone blitz him
Uh aye, I ain't got no motherf*cking common sense
Uh, nigga, not at all nigga, not at all
Uh, nigga, Ima ball nigga, I'm a ball
Uh, uh, this shit
Aye this shit getting serious that's on my mom
Aye stand on business all my niggas EBK
Quick the pop out with a K and find out where you lay
If I hop out with this mac boy, you better duck
If I pop out this truck nigga, you better have some luck
What's the price nigga? I could drop a bag, bitch
Aye what's the price I could f*ck a bad bitch
I be going hard cause I never had shit
I be tryna rob everything I take risk
Aye catch me on the yacht or something
Bitch, catch me with my blickathon
Aye we got some shit that make these niggas run
When we pop out bitch, we got them funds
Big boy Cuban link shine like the sun
I go into war without my f*cking gun
Gang, go in the war without my f*cking pistol
I know it's up, it's up I catch a nigga, I'm bout my issue
I might pull up brand new Fisker I could be your mister
She want Perkys in her system get it in her system
Uh aye, I was tryna hit him f*ck it, I'm gone blitz him
Uh aye, I ain't got no motherf*cking common sense
Uh, nigga, not at all nigga, not at all
Uh, nigga, Ima ball nigga, I'm a ball
Uh, uh, this shit
Aye this shit getting serious that's on my mom
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Bitch its Zoedagoat, and lil f*cking C
Pussy nigga had done died tryna f*ck with me
Leave him six feet in the ground talk bout six feet
Nigga, all I do is creep all I know is creep
Nigga, all I know is eat all I know is eat
Niggas out here seven days, why these niggas weak?
Hold on nigga, I been on my grind for like a thousand days
Nigga, I can show you how to get a thousand ways
Nigga, you ain't got no paper why the f*ck you hating?
Nigga, my bro lost his life got ate by an alligator
Damn, I was in the trenches gotta get it off
Niggas out here think they hard they really soft
I was just a worker now I am a boss
Nigga, pull up on him, get it off
I might pull up brand new Fisker I could be your mister
She want Perkys in her system get it in her system
Uh aye, I was tryna hit him f*ck it, I'm gone blitz him
Uh aye, I ain't got no motherf*cking common sense
Uh, nigga, not at all nigga, not at all
Uh, nigga, Ima ball nigga, I'm a ball
Uh, uh, this shit
Aye this shit getting serious that's on my mom
Aye stand on business all my niggas EBK
Quick the pop out with a K and find out where you lay
If I hop out with this mac boy, you better duck
If I pop out this truck nigga, you better have some luck
What's the price nigga? I could drop a bag, bitch
Aye what's the price I could f*ck a bad bitch
I be going hard cause I never had shit
I be tryna rob everything I take risk
Aye catch me on the yacht or something
Bitch, catch me with my blickathon
Aye we got some shit that make these niggas run
When we pop out bitch, we got them funds
Big boy Cuban link shine like the sun
I go into war without my f*cking gun
Gang, go in the war without my f*cking pistol
I know it's up, it's up I catch a nigga, I'm bout my issue
I might pull up brand new Fisker I could be your mister
She want Perkys in her system get it in her system
Uh aye, I was tryna hit him f*ck it, I'm gone blitz him
Uh aye, I ain't got no motherf*cking common sense
Uh, nigga, not at all nigga, not at all
Uh, nigga, Ima ball nigga, I'm a ball
Uh, uh, this shit
Aye this shit getting serious that's on my mom
Pussy nigga had done died tryna f*ck with me
Leave him six feet in the ground talk bout six feet
Nigga, all I do is creep all I know is creep
Nigga, all I know is eat all I know is eat
Niggas out here seven days, why these niggas weak?
Hold on nigga, I been on my grind for like a thousand days
Nigga, I can show you how to get a thousand ways
Nigga, you ain't got no paper why the f*ck you hating?
Nigga, my bro lost his life got ate by an alligator
Damn, I was in the trenches gotta get it off
Niggas out here think they hard they really soft
I was just a worker now I am a boss
Nigga, pull up on him, get it off
I might pull up brand new Fisker I could be your mister
She want Perkys in her system get it in her system
Uh aye, I was tryna hit him f*ck it, I'm gone blitz him
Uh aye, I ain't got no motherf*cking common sense
Uh, nigga, not at all nigga, not at all
Uh, nigga, Ima ball nigga, I'm a ball
Uh, uh, this shit
Aye this shit getting serious that's on my mom
Aye stand on business all my niggas EBK
Quick the pop out with a K and find out where you lay
If I hop out with this mac boy, you better duck
If I pop out this truck nigga, you better have some luck
What's the price nigga? I could drop a bag, bitch
Aye what's the price I could f*ck a bad bitch
I be going hard cause I never had shit
I be tryna rob everything I take risk
Aye catch me on the yacht or something
Bitch, catch me with my blickathon
Aye we got some shit that make these niggas run
When we pop out bitch, we got them funds
Big boy Cuban link shine like the sun
I go into war without my f*cking gun
Gang, go in the war without my f*cking pistol
I know it's up, it's up I catch a nigga, I'm bout my issue
I might pull up brand new Fisker I could be your mister
She want Perkys in her system get it in her system
Uh aye, I was tryna hit him f*ck it, I'm gone blitz him
Uh aye, I ain't got no motherf*cking common sense
Uh, nigga, not at all nigga, not at all
Uh, nigga, Ima ball nigga, I'm a ball
Uh, uh, this shit
Aye this shit getting serious that's on my mom
Writer: Roderick Miller jr, Keon Charles
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