Zion (feat. PlayBoiCy)
(What) (Huh) (What)
(Yeah) (C'mon) (Brrt)
Uh, i been chilling with my homies (Huh)
I been chilling with my homies (Woo)
I been chilling with my homies (What)
I been chilling with my homies (What)
Play her like Sony, PS5 gang (Ching)
Ain't no phony's, trap a couple bands from my lonely (What)
Give em right back, (What), straight to my homies (Ok)
I been chilling with my homies
I been chilling with my homies (What)
I been chilling with my homies (What)
I been chilling with my homies (What)
Irrelevant, bitch you don't not know me
She celibate, that bitch do not owe me (What, what)
(What, yeah)
I'm flashy like Zion
In a different world, in a different Ion (What)
That's cap who you gotta lie on
That's your girl (Haha), who she gonna lie on (Ouu)
Shorty with the bands, bitch you are 5'1 (Ok, cmon)
No drugs, let bygones be bygones
Uh, uh, ok
I been chilling with my homies
I been chilling (What), with my homies
I been chilling with my homies
Mafia ties, i'm with Tony (What)
I Been chillin
I been chillin with my homies
They ain't fucking with chu
They ain't fucking with chu
They ain't your homies
Ion wanna play with your emotions
Seen my money locations (Skrrt, Skrrt) (Vroom)
Yeah, seen my notifications
You have all my previous locations
I been every where girl, hope you know that
They been on my dick for so long
Think they getting sore (Aw yeah)
If I don't make it stay the fuck away
Call on me, they better come lay
Im in L.A
Since she laying still in L.A, stay up by the bay
Remember when I was broke
Remember you fronted on me
I was down bad on my dick, broke my wrist
I guess you ain't catch me in time
My heart been swollen (Yeah)
Keep it on my waist (Yeah)
Ion even know you (Wait)
I barely want you for the night
(What, what)
I been chillin with my homies
I been chillin with my homies (What, what)
I been chillin with my homies (What, what)
I been chillin with my homies
I don't wanna play
I don't wanna play
I been making you cry, never meant to lie
Told you i liked you, when you called
I'm fucked up
Guess you really lucked up (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
There you at aye, there you at aye
Where you at, where you at
Freestyle, Bitch!
(Yeah) (C'mon) (Brrt)
Uh, i been chilling with my homies (Huh)
I been chilling with my homies (Woo)
I been chilling with my homies (What)
I been chilling with my homies (What)
Play her like Sony, PS5 gang (Ching)
Ain't no phony's, trap a couple bands from my lonely (What)
Give em right back, (What), straight to my homies (Ok)
I been chilling with my homies
I been chilling with my homies (What)
I been chilling with my homies (What)
I been chilling with my homies (What)
Irrelevant, bitch you don't not know me
She celibate, that bitch do not owe me (What, what)
(What, yeah)
I'm flashy like Zion
In a different world, in a different Ion (What)
That's cap who you gotta lie on
That's your girl (Haha), who she gonna lie on (Ouu)
Shorty with the bands, bitch you are 5'1 (Ok, cmon)
No drugs, let bygones be bygones
Uh, uh, ok
I been chilling with my homies
I been chilling (What), with my homies
I been chilling with my homies
Mafia ties, i'm with Tony (What)
I Been chillin
I been chillin with my homies
They ain't fucking with chu
They ain't fucking with chu
They ain't your homies
Ion wanna play with your emotions
Seen my money locations (Skrrt, Skrrt) (Vroom)
Yeah, seen my notifications
You have all my previous locations
I been every where girl, hope you know that
They been on my dick for so long
Think they getting sore (Aw yeah)
If I don't make it stay the fuck away
Call on me, they better come lay
Im in L.A
Since she laying still in L.A, stay up by the bay
Remember when I was broke
Remember you fronted on me
I was down bad on my dick, broke my wrist
I guess you ain't catch me in time
My heart been swollen (Yeah)
Keep it on my waist (Yeah)
Ion even know you (Wait)
I barely want you for the night
(What, what)
I been chillin with my homies
I been chillin with my homies (What, what)
I been chillin with my homies (What, what)
I been chillin with my homies
I don't wanna play
I don't wanna play
I been making you cry, never meant to lie
Told you i liked you, when you called
I'm fucked up
Guess you really lucked up (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
There you at aye, there you at aye
Where you at, where you at
Freestyle, Bitch!
Credits
Writer(s): Chris Hady
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