Zoovie

Coldblime on this bitch
Takeoff
Aye run that shit up Chase

I buckled ice on my neck and my wrist
And I promise they never gon' thaw
Yeah I got it from pushin' big packs back to back
While duckin' the law
Yeah I hustle like it's my first meal, ya digg?
I do it all for the squad
For the kin, gang, crew, troop and mobb
I do it for y'all
Let me know how they want to play it
I love to play it uncut and raw
I could play it slimy or grimy, I could play it all
Matter of fact I'm too player
This yellow bih just put my dick in her jaw
Yeah I had me a whole box of gold rubbers
I ended up fuckin' her raw

If you lookin' I ain't hard to find
I fell in love with the grind
Lost it all I won't even lie
Made it back in the blink of an eye
And you know I ain't no regular guy
Ask your people I been certified
No I can't put my pride to the side
No I got to leave that for the fire
Yeah more straps more stash, yup I'm feelin' like Gucci
Yeah more ass more cash, I turnt my life into a zoovie
I want 'em slim thick or fun size as long as she keeping it juicy
Yeah big sticks don't try, spinnin' the block 'till we woozy

Bih' know I'm top dawg
And I rep the clique 'till my fingers sore
I'll wave my flag
Anywhere and anytime like a matador
And nah I ain't rich yet but got good drank
So I'm finna pour
And yeah I quit the drank
But that's right before I went and pour some more
Cause I be runnin' shit
And I got the trappin' in a figure four
I had washed all the dishes and dirty money like it's a chore
Loyalty ain't got a cost but it somethin' snakes just can't afford
And you know we don't want bugs sneakin' in
So shut the door
Yeah I fucked her good just how I should
She want me to press record
I slang this dick deep in her rib I got that pussy sore
We go rounds like a merry go
I don't want that bitch anymore
Really I just want plenty mo' and plenty mo' and plenty more
Took losses they loving that
Now I'm winnin' who keeping score?
Shoot first then shoot again
Leave 'em in a hearse no rehearsal though
I know they want to see me on the floor
I'm like fuck that, watch how I soar
Last nigga to fuck with me
I took his lil' bitch ass on a tour
That's for sure
It's Blax Jax come gamble with me get comatose

Lost it all I won't even lie
Made it back in the blink of an eye
And you know I ain't no regular guy
Ask your people I been certified
No I can't put my pride to the side
No I got to leave that for the fire
Yeah more straps more stash, yup I'm feelin' like Gucci
Yeah more ass more cash, I turnt my life into a zoovie
I want 'em slim thick or fun size as long as she keepin' it juicy
Yeah big sticks don't try, spinnin' the block 'till we woozy



Credits
Writer(s): Chase Lloyd, Cold Blime, Jack Baltazard, Sebastian Mayer
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