Zayy - Zayy Pellegrino (Freestyle) Lyrics

I don't
Think they
Know what a young nigga saying
But everytime he hit beats like damn
Peanut butter beats but the flow like jam
Feel like lebron, Ima do it for the land
Used to sit in the stands
But I put on the cleats
Put on the beats
And I put them to sleep
Now Wolf is loose and
Im hunting out for sheep
When they hear the flow
They be like who is he
Something like a young prodigy
Yeah its Papi Zayy
You call me Papi Z
Zayy Pelligrino what she call me
Roll with me while I roll up the tree
Smoke a lil bit, might pour hennessey
Dropped outta school, but the flow AP
Im talking bout classes
You niggas slaves to yo masters
Can't see me, get yo glasses
I
Like to get straight to the money
Winnie poo flow, get straight to the honey
I be spitting jokes, nigga thinking that im funny
Shine on a nigga, you would think that it was sunny
Summer day, you know we came to play
Im from around they way, they don't know where I stay
They be talking shit, but never to my face
I was the nice guy, I had to switch lanes
Insane to the membrane
These people contain
Another word im saying
Young nigga crackers wanna hang
That nigga chillin with yo girlfriend
She say im just a friend
But you know in the end
I was swimming all up in her deep end
Damn
That nigga so cold
How he spit rhymes I thought a nigga was a pro
Damn
Bro
Look I'm telling you that nigga gone blow
How he spit flows, make a bitch say oh
Lemme stop bragging
I know my mixtape a classic
And I know my life gone be lavish
And I know you niggas mad at me
If she southern then she call me pappy
Im like popeye dont give a nigga spinach
They be hating on me either way I know im winning
Make her hit rewind
Give a bitch a new beginning
Hitting home runs with raps
9 innings
Wicked with the flow, my last girl was a witch
Cuz she ride the shit, like f*cking broomstick
Coughing on the beat cuz a nigga so sick
You can smell the gas, just scratch and sniff
Copped the pack, I mighta bought a zip
Cuz Its that nigga zayy
Got yo bitch trippin like Ella Mai
I dont what to say
These niggas run the race
I run the marathon
Im the king and all you niggas pawns
Putting dick up in yo baby moms
Hitting batista bombs
You tryna ring alarms
I put the silence on
Hit that lil switch while that bitch gave me dome
Im hitting yo bitch while she home alone
Now you blowing up her phone
Cuz you know she doing wrong
When you aint around she be playing all my songs
Oh
Thats the part for the nervous
Niggas
F*cking with my ex bitches
Check her soundcloud listens
Thats why I aint tripping im just chillin
Like a villain
Bouta stack a million To the ceiling
(Haaa)