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 fuck, 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 fuck, 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