[Verse One: Zoomie]
I go by Zoomie and I'm outchea
You know I be the taste on ya girl's lips
When you kiss her on the mouth, playa
Thug watches and Nixon. My b is a vixen
She a cold soul and we chilling
And we fing with no feelings
Bought shoes and a snapback
Gotta bad b with a gas mask
She's smoking on that abstract
She go to class I'm pulling up
She get out. I'm rollin' up. Take it to the head like
Three L's. Fk all that sober stuff
Cause I'm smoking weed and I'm getting h
While counting bread.If the account wrong
The account's gone. Bread for his head so I know he can't last long
Smoking strong. Out the bong. Hit it hard like cheech & Chong
Fk blunts. Roll the plane. Critics mad and they know the name
And they see the face but can't touch the chain
And I want the b but don't need the lame
Only n's goin pro court
On the bench said, "Fk the game."
Real st. Joints longer that banana clips
Hundred rounds. Hundred pounds. Can you handle it?
Loud pack. I dismantle it
I be gone as fk without traveling
In ya girl's mouth like a sandwich is
She's sneaking out. Honestly, I suggest you ground ya b
Lockdown. Living room
Call it Black Snake Moan when I give it to her
All I smoke is medical.Gotta get the cure
Catch and kill the bass with no fishing lure. Ugh!
I love the strippers. They love the zippers. And she do it
With no feelings just so that mean I gotta tip her. Aye
[Verse Two: Kulprit D]
I said hold up! Peep this s I’m wylin on!
Kulprit in this piece! Swaggin's what my mind stay on
You last king? I’m first God. I don’t even need the throne
With networking and promoting and doing shows it wouldn’t get sat on
My girlfriend got them curves you only seen up in a crazy straw
Ain't seeing us that party we was busy in that bathroom stall
I came from a block ain’t nobody ever heard of
Now my ns doing cameos in the videos. I say word up!
Ain’t gone chop about Prada. I don’t screw with no Louis
I got 10 dollar shades. I still make em look Gucci!
Still got swag for days n. You can’t really compare it
It ain’t about what I got it’s about how I wear it!
I'm so outchea!
I go by Zoomie and I'm outchea
You know I be the taste on ya girl's lips
When you kiss her on the mouth, playa
Thug watches and Nixon. My b is a vixen
She a cold soul and we chilling
And we fing with no feelings
Bought shoes and a snapback
Gotta bad b with a gas mask
She's smoking on that abstract
She go to class I'm pulling up
She get out. I'm rollin' up. Take it to the head like
Three L's. Fk all that sober stuff
Cause I'm smoking weed and I'm getting h
While counting bread.If the account wrong
The account's gone. Bread for his head so I know he can't last long
Smoking strong. Out the bong. Hit it hard like cheech & Chong
Fk blunts. Roll the plane. Critics mad and they know the name
And they see the face but can't touch the chain
And I want the b but don't need the lame
Only n's goin pro court
On the bench said, "Fk the game."
Real st. Joints longer that banana clips
Hundred rounds. Hundred pounds. Can you handle it?
Loud pack. I dismantle it
I be gone as fk without traveling
In ya girl's mouth like a sandwich is
She's sneaking out. Honestly, I suggest you ground ya b
Lockdown. Living room
Call it Black Snake Moan when I give it to her
All I smoke is medical.Gotta get the cure
Catch and kill the bass with no fishing lure. Ugh!
I love the strippers. They love the zippers. And she do it
With no feelings just so that mean I gotta tip her. Aye
[Verse Two: Kulprit D]
I said hold up! Peep this s I’m wylin on!
Kulprit in this piece! Swaggin's what my mind stay on
You last king? I’m first God. I don’t even need the throne
With networking and promoting and doing shows it wouldn’t get sat on
My girlfriend got them curves you only seen up in a crazy straw
Ain't seeing us that party we was busy in that bathroom stall
I came from a block ain’t nobody ever heard of
Now my ns doing cameos in the videos. I say word up!
Ain’t gone chop about Prada. I don’t screw with no Louis
I got 10 dollar shades. I still make em look Gucci!
Still got swag for days n. You can’t really compare it
It ain’t about what I got it’s about how I wear it!
I'm so outchea!
( Dakoda Rollins )
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