Bitch I'm chasing racks, give a f*ck about a hoe
Pistols in the back, if you trippin', let me know
I can't fold, I stay solid, stay ten toes
I stay with my Z's, I feel like Beyonce Knowles
These people hating but I'm used to that
Talking shit behind my back
I ain't got time or no words for that
Money, what would you do for that?
Fame, what would you do for that?
They going out for bad that
No I can't go out bad
S.T.G, f*ck a thot
Feel like g0r3, zombie clique
Got God with me, watching my back
Guiding my path, I know I'm lit
They said Bloodrip, you sound different
How the f*ck you do that shit?
Riding 'round, leader sound
They can't put me in a box for shit
Seeing me, these boys they my mini me's
Na, you can't be like me
Keep my circle small like a CDD
My bitch bad, she eating me
Scrub my balls, she cleaning me
They can't f*ck with me
No, they can't f*ck with me
These boys they some clones, ain't even got they own sound
Leeching off of someone else
They some clowns, I'm looking down
I need me a crown, biggest dog in the pound
Going hard for my fam, want us to be safe and sound
I'm in the town but, I'm finna be global
Took my bitch to Raising Cane's
We don't do the Nobu
Keep my circle small, yo shit wide like an oval
Pistols in the back but, I already told you
For some racks, get 'em gone
Running back, take 'em down
I don't give a f*ck 'bout them no more
Don't hit my phone, I wanna be alone
Hit the homerun, I'm finna take it home
Bitch I'm chasing racks, give a f*ck about a hoe
Pistols in the back, if you trippin', let me know
I can't fold, I stay solid, stay ten toes
I stay with my Z's, I feel like Beyonce Knowles
I feel like Beyonce Knowles
With my Z's, I feel like Beyonce Knowles
Leader Gang
Purge mode
Z.B.C., what?
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Bitch I'm chasing racks, give a f*ck about a hoe
Pistols in the back, if you trippin', let me know
I can't fold, I stay solid, stay ten toes
I stay with my Z's, I feel like Beyonce Knowles
These people hating but I'm used to that
Talking shit behind my back
I ain't got time or no words for that
Money, what would you do for that?
Fame, what would you do for that?
They going out for bad that
No I can't go out bad
S.T.G, f*ck a thot
Feel like g0r3, zombie clique
Got God with me, watching my back
Guiding my path, I know I'm lit
They said Bloodrip, you sound different
How the f*ck you do that shit?
Riding 'round, leader sound
They can't put me in a box for shit
Seeing me, these boys they my mini me's
Na, you can't be like me
Keep my circle small like a CDD
My bitch bad, she eating me
Scrub my balls, she cleaning me
They can't f*ck with me
No, they can't f*ck with me
These boys they some clones, ain't even got they own sound
Leeching off of someone else
They some clowns, I'm looking down
I need me a crown, biggest dog in the pound
Going hard for my fam, want us to be safe and sound
I'm in the town but, I'm finna be global
Took my bitch to Raising Cane's
We don't do the Nobu
Keep my circle small, yo shit wide like an oval
Pistols in the back but, I already told you
For some racks, get 'em gone
Running back, take 'em down
I don't give a f*ck 'bout them no more
Don't hit my phone, I wanna be alone
Hit the homerun, I'm finna take it home
Bitch I'm chasing racks, give a f*ck about a hoe
Pistols in the back, if you trippin', let me know
I can't fold, I stay solid, stay ten toes
I stay with my Z's, I feel like Beyonce Knowles
I feel like Beyonce Knowles
With my Z's, I feel like Beyonce Knowles
Leader Gang
Purge mode
Z.B.C., what?
Pistols in the back, if you trippin', let me know
I can't fold, I stay solid, stay ten toes
I stay with my Z's, I feel like Beyonce Knowles
These people hating but I'm used to that
Talking shit behind my back
I ain't got time or no words for that
Money, what would you do for that?
Fame, what would you do for that?
They going out for bad that
No I can't go out bad
S.T.G, f*ck a thot
Feel like g0r3, zombie clique
Got God with me, watching my back
Guiding my path, I know I'm lit
They said Bloodrip, you sound different
How the f*ck you do that shit?
Riding 'round, leader sound
They can't put me in a box for shit
Seeing me, these boys they my mini me's
Na, you can't be like me
Keep my circle small like a CDD
My bitch bad, she eating me
Scrub my balls, she cleaning me
They can't f*ck with me
No, they can't f*ck with me
These boys they some clones, ain't even got they own sound
Leeching off of someone else
They some clowns, I'm looking down
I need me a crown, biggest dog in the pound
Going hard for my fam, want us to be safe and sound
I'm in the town but, I'm finna be global
Took my bitch to Raising Cane's
We don't do the Nobu
Keep my circle small, yo shit wide like an oval
Pistols in the back but, I already told you
For some racks, get 'em gone
Running back, take 'em down
I don't give a f*ck 'bout them no more
Don't hit my phone, I wanna be alone
Hit the homerun, I'm finna take it home
Bitch I'm chasing racks, give a f*ck about a hoe
Pistols in the back, if you trippin', let me know
I can't fold, I stay solid, stay ten toes
I stay with my Z's, I feel like Beyonce Knowles
I feel like Beyonce Knowles
With my Z's, I feel like Beyonce Knowles
Leader Gang
Purge mode
Z.B.C., what?
Writer: Tyler Diaz
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