Oh yeah,
Thought yall niggas was down, but that shit fake love
Shoot shit in October, yeah, I feel like Drake, bruh
Movin' like a baker, gotta get my cake up
I'm too numb, can't feel my body, I can't wake up
On my way to Florida, flyin' out the CT
I touched down in Tampa, they hoe wanna see me
Cross your ass like John Wall when he was playin' with DC
New strain, taste like Fruits, lil' boy, I'm smokin' on that peach tree
I'm smokin' on peach tree, yeah, I'm smokin' that gas
Call my shooter Amazon, lil' bro get you packed
Young Mike came in the front door, huh Duffy full of f*ckin' racks
Her ass movin' like way too crazy, think I got a double back
Yeah, uh, I can't wake up
He too slow up in that field, better pick his pace up
Off the perks, tryna get my mind right, feel like Jace, uh
Bounce that ass if you love me, ho, you better shake some
She throwin' that ass, she shakin' it, shakin' it, shakin' it
New Za pack goin' straight to the brain, I'm bakin' it, bakin' it, bakin' it
Run to the bag, goin' straight to that cash, I'm rakin' it, rakin' it, rakin' it
One shot left on the board, just to score, I'm takin' it, takin' it, takin' it
You know Fonto believe in me, he tellin' me my time is now
Brand new ARP, doo-doo-doo-doo, shootin' his block down
Aint come around when I was down, but y'all start f*ckin' with me now
Bitch its Young Zen, yeah, I'm poppin', I'm the hottest in your town
3MW, that's the gang, and with my hands, I throw it up
I'm down right now, but I'll be good, please don't ask me what's in my cup
Lil' bitch tryna tell me right from wrong, like I don't give a f*ck
I just cracked the seal, and put some red in the Hawaiian Punch
Huh, huh, Hawaiian punch, I wasn't even tryna ask you for much
I am not worried about such and such, he talkin' that we gon' shoot this boy up
Steak for the dinner and salmon for lunch, and she gon' eat his dick up, I got much
Pussy boy, please don't get the acting tough, cause I got them stupid sticks up pack a punch
Gotta keep on thumbing yeah I need that f*cking cash
And I'm off the X, don't remember what I took last
Aint stressing on that shit that happened in the past
Losing all my bonds, hope the ones I got gonna last
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Oh yeah,
Thought yall niggas was down, but that shit fake love
Shoot shit in October, yeah, I feel like Drake, bruh
Movin' like a baker, gotta get my cake up
I'm too numb, can't feel my body, I can't wake up
On my way to Florida, flyin' out the CT
I touched down in Tampa, they hoe wanna see me
Cross your ass like John Wall when he was playin' with DC
New strain, taste like Fruits, lil' boy, I'm smokin' on that peach tree
I'm smokin' on peach tree, yeah, I'm smokin' that gas
Call my shooter Amazon, lil' bro get you packed
Young Mike came in the front door, huh Duffy full of f*ckin' racks
Her ass movin' like way too crazy, think I got a double back
Yeah, uh, I can't wake up
He too slow up in that field, better pick his pace up
Off the perks, tryna get my mind right, feel like Jace, uh
Bounce that ass if you love me, ho, you better shake some
She throwin' that ass, she shakin' it, shakin' it, shakin' it
New Za pack goin' straight to the brain, I'm bakin' it, bakin' it, bakin' it
Run to the bag, goin' straight to that cash, I'm rakin' it, rakin' it, rakin' it
One shot left on the board, just to score, I'm takin' it, takin' it, takin' it
You know Fonto believe in me, he tellin' me my time is now
Brand new ARP, doo-doo-doo-doo, shootin' his block down
Aint come around when I was down, but y'all start f*ckin' with me now
Bitch its Young Zen, yeah, I'm poppin', I'm the hottest in your town
3MW, that's the gang, and with my hands, I throw it up
I'm down right now, but I'll be good, please don't ask me what's in my cup
Lil' bitch tryna tell me right from wrong, like I don't give a f*ck
I just cracked the seal, and put some red in the Hawaiian Punch
Huh, huh, Hawaiian punch, I wasn't even tryna ask you for much
I am not worried about such and such, he talkin' that we gon' shoot this boy up
Steak for the dinner and salmon for lunch, and she gon' eat his dick up, I got much
Pussy boy, please don't get the acting tough, cause I got them stupid sticks up pack a punch
Gotta keep on thumbing yeah I need that f*cking cash
And I'm off the X, don't remember what I took last
Aint stressing on that shit that happened in the past
Losing all my bonds, hope the ones I got gonna last
Thought yall niggas was down, but that shit fake love
Shoot shit in October, yeah, I feel like Drake, bruh
Movin' like a baker, gotta get my cake up
I'm too numb, can't feel my body, I can't wake up
On my way to Florida, flyin' out the CT
I touched down in Tampa, they hoe wanna see me
Cross your ass like John Wall when he was playin' with DC
New strain, taste like Fruits, lil' boy, I'm smokin' on that peach tree
I'm smokin' on peach tree, yeah, I'm smokin' that gas
Call my shooter Amazon, lil' bro get you packed
Young Mike came in the front door, huh Duffy full of f*ckin' racks
Her ass movin' like way too crazy, think I got a double back
Yeah, uh, I can't wake up
He too slow up in that field, better pick his pace up
Off the perks, tryna get my mind right, feel like Jace, uh
Bounce that ass if you love me, ho, you better shake some
She throwin' that ass, she shakin' it, shakin' it, shakin' it
New Za pack goin' straight to the brain, I'm bakin' it, bakin' it, bakin' it
Run to the bag, goin' straight to that cash, I'm rakin' it, rakin' it, rakin' it
One shot left on the board, just to score, I'm takin' it, takin' it, takin' it
You know Fonto believe in me, he tellin' me my time is now
Brand new ARP, doo-doo-doo-doo, shootin' his block down
Aint come around when I was down, but y'all start f*ckin' with me now
Bitch its Young Zen, yeah, I'm poppin', I'm the hottest in your town
3MW, that's the gang, and with my hands, I throw it up
I'm down right now, but I'll be good, please don't ask me what's in my cup
Lil' bitch tryna tell me right from wrong, like I don't give a f*ck
I just cracked the seal, and put some red in the Hawaiian Punch
Huh, huh, Hawaiian punch, I wasn't even tryna ask you for much
I am not worried about such and such, he talkin' that we gon' shoot this boy up
Steak for the dinner and salmon for lunch, and she gon' eat his dick up, I got much
Pussy boy, please don't get the acting tough, cause I got them stupid sticks up pack a punch
Gotta keep on thumbing yeah I need that f*cking cash
And I'm off the X, don't remember what I took last
Aint stressing on that shit that happened in the past
Losing all my bonds, hope the ones I got gonna last
Writer: Nazir Byrd
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