Zoned (Intro Shit)
Yo
I took a break
For a minute
I had to grab a Coke so I could finally fuckin' finish
Had to really hop up in it
If I said it, I'mma get it
Not the type to be a cynic
My presence do not diminish
Word
Yeah
I pulled up to the fuckin' function with my hand out
"How do you do?"
I'm tryna
Break her back, make her scream for the dude
I put the Spider-Man mask on, huh
We coolin'
In this rap shit
I'm still a student
A nuisance on the beat
I speak 'till I defeat
I ain't fuckin' with the hooks 'cause I don't like to repeat
And I'm with the cookbook if a bitch wanna beef
Intro shit
Yeah, all my hoes got septum rings
I got a type, and the coochie give me wings
Pullin' on my strings, where the fuck am I headed
I hope a magnetic bad bitch fuck up my credit
Wait
Intro shit
I kick it like Liu Kang
Thighs on Chun-Li, I'm the type to fuck to Wu-Tang
Yeah
Short king
I'm a small fiend, I make ya heart sing
Yuh yuh, aye
I don't blink
Eraser Head status, nigga, fuck do you think
I'm in a Jeep on acid, don't ask me to link
I'm past the point where I can think clearly
Zoned
I took a break
For a minute
I had to grab a Coke so I could finally fuckin' finish
Had to really hop up in it
If I said it, I'mma get it
Not the type to be a cynic
My presence do not diminish
Word
Yeah
I pulled up to the fuckin' function with my hand out
"How do you do?"
I'm tryna
Break her back, make her scream for the dude
I put the Spider-Man mask on, huh
We coolin'
In this rap shit
I'm still a student
A nuisance on the beat
I speak 'till I defeat
I ain't fuckin' with the hooks 'cause I don't like to repeat
And I'm with the cookbook if a bitch wanna beef
Intro shit
Yeah, all my hoes got septum rings
I got a type, and the coochie give me wings
Pullin' on my strings, where the fuck am I headed
I hope a magnetic bad bitch fuck up my credit
Wait
Intro shit
I kick it like Liu Kang
Thighs on Chun-Li, I'm the type to fuck to Wu-Tang
Yeah
Short king
I'm a small fiend, I make ya heart sing
Yuh yuh, aye
I don't blink
Eraser Head status, nigga, fuck do you think
I'm in a Jeep on acid, don't ask me to link
I'm past the point where I can think clearly
Zoned
Credits
Writer(s): Sterling Gourdine
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