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One and only
ZaySkillz
(Woah, woah)
Go for a lick then I'm baggin' your b*t*h
I'm finna run up a rack in this b*t*h
Glock on me, finna attack in this b*t*h
And no, I ain't talkin bout T**an
I get the chop' n***a, I ain't a fighter
Hit that lil' boy up the second we sight em'
Chop' really singing like it's a recital (Woo, woo)
He talkin' down, he get hit wit that fye-fye
I got your b*t*h suckin' d**k in the drop-top
We cut that boy right in half like a crop top
I'm makin' money and you makin' nada
He said I'm broke and I told that boy "Nah, nah"
That n***a hatin', his pockets is flat
Not talking football, I run up a sack
Wouldn't wanna BIA man, shout out to Zach
She wanna know how much money I make and I told her "It's none of your business", mhm
That n***a was talking tough on the 'Gram then we turned his whole hood to a witness, mhm
I call up Johnny to ice out the chain and he made my whole neck really glisten, mhm (Yeah)
I know the opps watching every move so I need you to come here and listen, mhm
Diamonds so wet like I jumped out the lake
Run up on me then you twistin' your fate
XD .45 finna knock off his face (Blatt)
Man you too loud, quiet down
Got a suppressor, we take out the sound
I got a shooter to take off your crown
My pockets fat, they like eight-hunnid pounds
But you ain't hear that from me though
Walk in the party, I ate that ho out (Yeah) like I'm eating a bag of Doritos (Yeah)
Talk out of line then we T'ing him up (Yeah), then we shoot like a technical free throw (Yeah)
Been getting racks, man, I've been countin' that green (Okay), no I ain't talkin about Cee-Lo (Yeah)
Hop in the whip and I'm pushing a b***on, man, none of my whips got a key though
I mix the Wock' with the Tris, mhm
She tried to give me a kiss, ugh
That b*t*h, she making me sick, mhm
Got VVS on my wrist, mhm (Okay, wrist)
Hop in the coupe and I push it, rrrr
Her booty feel like a cushion, rrrr
In the cut smokin' on cookie, mhm (Yeah, cookie)
I'm shootin' sh*t, I ain't looking, mhm (Yeah, okay)
I'm finna hop out that 'ghini, yeah
No bottom, took off her bikini (Let's go)
She rubbin' me like a genie
My money big n***a your money teenie
I bust it down and just wait for the come up
I'm goin' hard and he still tryna one up
Knockin' him down if he still tryna run up
I get that ho, n***a, shoutout to Gunnr (Yeah, okay)
I crash the whip, give a f**k 'bout the cost (Okay)
Got a white ho and she poppin' her bra
She know my b*t*h, give a f**k 'bout a heart
She give n***a brain, I could tell that she smart
I walk in the party with none and I'm leavin' with many
Put the clip to your bro, and we ain't leavin' him empty
What would you do without me? I ain't talkin' Marjety
We leave him dead like the---, damn
Uppin' the stick, give a f**k 'bout the hands
And we killin' your bro, give a f**k 'bout your mans
You want a feature, I need an advance
And this XD .45 leave that boy in a trance
Glock on my side, leave that boy in the trenches
I'm countin' commas, the f**k is a sentence?
Go through the back, what the f**k is an entrance?
Stop when I want to, I f**k 'round and end it
ZaySkillz
(Woah, woah)
Go for a lick then I'm baggin' your b*t*h
I'm finna run up a rack in this b*t*h
Glock on me, finna attack in this b*t*h
And no, I ain't talkin bout T**an
I get the chop' n***a, I ain't a fighter
Hit that lil' boy up the second we sight em'
Chop' really singing like it's a recital (Woo, woo)
He talkin' down, he get hit wit that fye-fye
I got your b*t*h suckin' d**k in the drop-top
We cut that boy right in half like a crop top
I'm makin' money and you makin' nada
He said I'm broke and I told that boy "Nah, nah"
That n***a hatin', his pockets is flat
Not talking football, I run up a sack
Wouldn't wanna BIA man, shout out to Zach
She wanna know how much money I make and I told her "It's none of your business", mhm
That n***a was talking tough on the 'Gram then we turned his whole hood to a witness, mhm
I call up Johnny to ice out the chain and he made my whole neck really glisten, mhm (Yeah)
I know the opps watching every move so I need you to come here and listen, mhm
Diamonds so wet like I jumped out the lake
Run up on me then you twistin' your fate
XD .45 finna knock off his face (Blatt)
Man you too loud, quiet down
Got a suppressor, we take out the sound
I got a shooter to take off your crown
My pockets fat, they like eight-hunnid pounds
But you ain't hear that from me though
Walk in the party, I ate that ho out (Yeah) like I'm eating a bag of Doritos (Yeah)
Talk out of line then we T'ing him up (Yeah), then we shoot like a technical free throw (Yeah)
Been getting racks, man, I've been countin' that green (Okay), no I ain't talkin about Cee-Lo (Yeah)
Hop in the whip and I'm pushing a b***on, man, none of my whips got a key though
I mix the Wock' with the Tris, mhm
She tried to give me a kiss, ugh
That b*t*h, she making me sick, mhm
Got VVS on my wrist, mhm (Okay, wrist)
Hop in the coupe and I push it, rrrr
Her booty feel like a cushion, rrrr
In the cut smokin' on cookie, mhm (Yeah, cookie)
I'm shootin' sh*t, I ain't looking, mhm (Yeah, okay)
I'm finna hop out that 'ghini, yeah
No bottom, took off her bikini (Let's go)
She rubbin' me like a genie
My money big n***a your money teenie
I bust it down and just wait for the come up
I'm goin' hard and he still tryna one up
Knockin' him down if he still tryna run up
I get that ho, n***a, shoutout to Gunnr (Yeah, okay)
I crash the whip, give a f**k 'bout the cost (Okay)
Got a white ho and she poppin' her bra
She know my b*t*h, give a f**k 'bout a heart
She give n***a brain, I could tell that she smart
I walk in the party with none and I'm leavin' with many
Put the clip to your bro, and we ain't leavin' him empty
What would you do without me? I ain't talkin' Marjety
We leave him dead like the---, damn
Uppin' the stick, give a f**k 'bout the hands
And we killin' your bro, give a f**k 'bout your mans
You want a feature, I need an advance
And this XD .45 leave that boy in a trance
Glock on my side, leave that boy in the trenches
I'm countin' commas, the f**k is a sentence?
Go through the back, what the f**k is an entrance?
Stop when I want to, I f**k 'round and end it
