ZONIN

AV with that drip hoe

I'm zoned in, feel important
I'm pourin' and overflowin'
Reloadin' the burner
Paying the heat bill out when it's stormin'
I'm floorin', top of the mornin'
Like Kendrick I am supported by industries feelin' me
She gon' need me, but I am rollin'

I make a killin'
I fill the space, hush up
Cops in front of us, swinging nunchucks
Drift through the night until I upchuck
Tired smokin' rubber, fucked up
Aye who is you?
I'm that guy that slides
Fuckin' it up 'till I die
Dangerous committin' crimes
On fuckin' fire
I'm ragin', I'm out of time
Who is you?

I'm that shlip, that slime
Pourin' up like wine
Drippin' too
We comin' to take the top
Tikkita, tikkita watch
'Till we pullin' through

In the stu' it's hazy
Brand new shoes, the latest
Never behind on my payments
High roller in Vegas
Not fuckin' with you 'cause you nameless, bitch

Rollie piece, fat ruby red wrist
Charizard lit, shits glowin' fire
Choppin bricks, dat piece on me
About to morph, dat Zanpakutō yea
Have you feintin' back
Hit that dip and a jap
Like Pac, I'll fuck you up
Hit that funk, wrist flick
Knocked out, shit that yoppa blowin' bow

Fuck 'round, fuck 'round
You gonna find out
I cut it, I flip it, I'm back on the road
Back in the Benz, you already know
You dirty, laundromat, crease no fold
Gold silts on my neck, with gold silk on my robes

This that high-end living, mid-range
With high-end tilted, insane
Out my mind, I'm livid
Rampage in the eyes, no vision
I got that

Stick 'em down
Kung Fu like Chinatown
Xi Jing we lockin' down
Oh, you a menace now? Sad get 'em

It be that bloody motherfucker
I fell in love with homicide
Mr. Bone Crusher
I'm the blood gusher
I might kill your pussy motherfuckers
I might creep into your crib with Yumi
Blades on me like, what you doing?
Bone collector, body chewing
Balling, just like Patrick Ewing
They call me Mr. Crypt Creeper
Blood seeker, I'm a heart eater
I'm the grim reaper, body eater
Now you six feet deeper

Rollie piece, fat ruby red wrist
Charizard lit, shits glowin' fire
Choppin bricks, dat piece on me
About to morph, dat Zanpakutō yea
Have you feintin' back
Hit that dip and a jap
Like Pac, I'll fuck you up
Hit that funk, wrist flick
Knocked out, shit that yoppa blowin' bow



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Writer(s): Softwilly
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