Hood Poet - ZOOTIES Lyrics

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Woah woah woah woah
Mhm mhmmm mhm mhmm mhm
Niggas be bored, bitches, and broke that's a triple B
Knock his ramen top spill his noodles back brodie got hit with a triple beam
Niggas ain't tough I look in his soul so shit it ain't how it seems
My bitch is a chopper I let her go and spray her notes I so let her sing
We smoking the za that's his dead man's
I'm real life sick I'm a dead man
I go to sleep see the boogeyman
My racks reel a skeeze I'm a fisherman
And I'm on a mission stick to the plan
Smile a lot but I really go kill a man
I Like seeing blood go get a rush again
Don't make me really send my little man's
Bitches be devilish my bitch is heaven sent Baby we run it up getting bags
People not stepping us cause we shittin on 'em
Gotta catch up we do the dash
They talking that talk they not like that don't push me my nigga I get up go get the stash
That nigga he running I'm running I see him get blasted I told you we on his ass
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Rubber bands
Niggas is counting money hot niggas go tell a friend
Spin a Benz
Niggas is riding too city girls trynna ride again
Who ya mans
Niggas is soft it getting real yeah he piss his pants
Whats on my mind?
Bag chasing money f*ck a bitch it's dead presidents
My energy changing the room I do it so expertly
They selling they souls and it's separately
All for legacy, wanting it desperately
My bitch is a god therefore heavenly
Shining on me with a light take me breathlessly
F*ck satan cause that nigga testing me
He send them I'm talking to entities
They enemies trynna be friends to me
Fighting back they trying to end destiny
Lil' Niggas they can't get the best of me
All these thoughts I just put it into Melody
For the future I'm building my equity
Oh god I'm feeling they jealousy
Trynna pop on my top end me like Kennedy
Talk to the lord cause I'm feeling it heavily
Niggas be bored, bitches, and broke that's a triple B
Knock his ramen top spill his noodles back Brodie got hit with a triple beam
Niggas ain't tough I look in his soul so shit it ain't how it seems
My bitch is a chopper I let her go and spray her notes I let her sing
We smoking the za that's his dead man's
I'm real life sick I'm a dead man
I go to sleep see the boogeyman
My racks reel a skeeze I'm a fisherman
And I'm on a mission stick to the plan
Smile a lot but I really go kill a man
I Like seeing blood go get a rush again
Don't make me really send my little mans
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