Zoey 101
Bitch I'm zoned in
Fuck my opps, it's violence, we condone it
I put packs inside that car and then I drove it to New Orleans
I need codeine
Finna call the drank man, 'cause I need more lean
I ain't going to ya parties, y'all be boring
Y'all don't know me
Me and my dog, we selling white, Angelina Jolie
101 like Zoey
We gon' set it off, we highest in the room
We don't get involved, we out here making moves
She gon' come backstage and go straight to my room
I'm finna pop a Perc and take off to the moon
I'm so hot in this bitch, it's like the beginning of June
We left him out to dry, he wound up looking like a prune
Bet he keep on talking shit, he end up on the news
It's all on you
I'm the type to spend a bag and get it back times two
I've been popping my shit, I got bitches on the pole
I've been thinking bout getting rich, like no shit, that's all I know
I'm one of a kind
I done got rich speaking my mind
I'm like Stark, I keep that Iron
You can't read between the lines
Yeah, I hop in that bitch and I skate
My lil fashion hoe wear all black to the date
We run a opp down, it ain't nowhere to escape
I be dressed in Bape
Yeah he cool, he came and he went
But our shit gon' last forever
I got millions like I'm Floyd, every day feel like May weather
Yeah, I'm dripping like some glue, had to put this shit together
Yeah, I step in Jimmy Choo, she say achoo 'cause I blessed it
Fuck my opps, it's violence, we condone it
I put packs inside that car and then I drove it to New Orleans
I need codeine
Finna call the drank man, 'cause I need more lean
I ain't going to ya parties, y'all be boring
Y'all don't know me
Me and my dog, we selling white, Angelina Jolie
101 like Zoey
We gon' set it off, we highest in the room
We don't get involved, we out here making moves
She gon' come backstage and go straight to my room
I'm finna pop a Perc and take off to the moon
I'm so hot in this bitch, it's like the beginning of June
We left him out to dry, he wound up looking like a prune
Bet he keep on talking shit, he end up on the news
It's all on you
I'm the type to spend a bag and get it back times two
I've been popping my shit, I got bitches on the pole
I've been thinking bout getting rich, like no shit, that's all I know
I'm one of a kind
I done got rich speaking my mind
I'm like Stark, I keep that Iron
You can't read between the lines
Yeah, I hop in that bitch and I skate
My lil fashion hoe wear all black to the date
We run a opp down, it ain't nowhere to escape
I be dressed in Bape
Yeah he cool, he came and he went
But our shit gon' last forever
I got millions like I'm Floyd, every day feel like May weather
Yeah, I'm dripping like some glue, had to put this shit together
Yeah, I step in Jimmy Choo, she say achoo 'cause I blessed it
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Writer(s): Makale Hawkins
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