Zoomdoomboom
Click-clack boom
Nigga want in, but I ran outta room
Stash in the box, we calling it DOOM
Lift off, three-two, then we zoom
Like what do it do
Don't gotta walk, I got nothing to prove
I cannot talk 'til I'm offa the moon
Lift off, three-two, then we zoom
We all know that it's fake
Can't even fathom why you in my face
You really caught me on a good day, fuck
Real rockstar, how I'm rippin' that shit up
Yo bitch talk, send mine to go beat her up
While you crying, I'm kicking my feet up
Nigga keep crying, I ain't got time to meet up
I ain't got time to go waste onna eater
How could I beef with a mafugging tweeter?
Revenge so sweet, but the green taste sweeter
Aviation sippin' to the face by the litre
Ion care enough
I trust too much
I love too much
I bust one nut
Ion give two fucks
Ion got three shits
To give four a bitch that act like a mutt
That nigga too clean, he never seen mud
I am what you say, it is what it was
Same shit every day, I do what I does
I pull up on bae when I need some love
Click-clack boom
Nigga want in, but I ran outta room
Stash in the box, we calling it DOOM
Lift off, Three-two, then we zoom
Like what do it do
Don't gotta walk, I got nothing to prove
I cannot talk 'til I'm offa the moon
Lift off, three-two, then we zoom
We all know that it's fake
Can't even fathom why you in my face
You caught a nigga onna helluva day
It's really that simple, it's really okay
We all know that it's fake
Can't even fathom why you in my face
You caught a nigga onna helluva day
It's really that simple
Well don't do it again buster
That's your wifey but I wouldn't trust her
I got DM's I'm calling her luster
Was it lusty?
Well she busty
Thats my bestii
Where the check please
Who gon' test me
I can do unthinkables with receipts
Got her tapping out where the referee
Man I eat her out like I'm Jeffery
Gotta air it out in the back seat
Pull the cameras out like the taxi
Thotiana told the boys to pull up on her and we look at each other like betskii
Place your bets please
I can kick that bitch out to the curb like I learned it from Messi
Who got' test me?
That my bestii
That my bestii
That my bestii
Nigga want in, but I ran outta room
Stash in the box, we calling it DOOM
Lift off, three-two, then we zoom
Like what do it do
Don't gotta walk, I got nothing to prove
I cannot talk 'til I'm offa the moon
Lift off, three-two, then we zoom
We all know that it's fake
Can't even fathom why you in my face
You really caught me on a good day, fuck
Real rockstar, how I'm rippin' that shit up
Yo bitch talk, send mine to go beat her up
While you crying, I'm kicking my feet up
Nigga keep crying, I ain't got time to meet up
I ain't got time to go waste onna eater
How could I beef with a mafugging tweeter?
Revenge so sweet, but the green taste sweeter
Aviation sippin' to the face by the litre
Ion care enough
I trust too much
I love too much
I bust one nut
Ion give two fucks
Ion got three shits
To give four a bitch that act like a mutt
That nigga too clean, he never seen mud
I am what you say, it is what it was
Same shit every day, I do what I does
I pull up on bae when I need some love
Click-clack boom
Nigga want in, but I ran outta room
Stash in the box, we calling it DOOM
Lift off, Three-two, then we zoom
Like what do it do
Don't gotta walk, I got nothing to prove
I cannot talk 'til I'm offa the moon
Lift off, three-two, then we zoom
We all know that it's fake
Can't even fathom why you in my face
You caught a nigga onna helluva day
It's really that simple, it's really okay
We all know that it's fake
Can't even fathom why you in my face
You caught a nigga onna helluva day
It's really that simple
Well don't do it again buster
That's your wifey but I wouldn't trust her
I got DM's I'm calling her luster
Was it lusty?
Well she busty
Thats my bestii
Where the check please
Who gon' test me
I can do unthinkables with receipts
Got her tapping out where the referee
Man I eat her out like I'm Jeffery
Gotta air it out in the back seat
Pull the cameras out like the taxi
Thotiana told the boys to pull up on her and we look at each other like betskii
Place your bets please
I can kick that bitch out to the curb like I learned it from Messi
Who got' test me?
That my bestii
That my bestii
That my bestii
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Writer(s): Gregory Furphy-rinaldi
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