[Intro: 3zzy]
Yeah (2Raw)
Ayy
They like, "3zzy got that"— yeah
He got super bands
Ayy, ayy
[Verse 1: 3zzy]
They like, "3zzy got that dog shit on him, he got super bands"
Hold on, let me put the Drac' down, do my Skuba dance
Don't let lil' bro get off a Perky, he turn to Superman
I ain't from the D, but fuck it, Siri, locate Coochie Land
Them niggas said they known for shootin', but then his shooter ran
Like FN had that ollie in him, cuh got stupid hands
If you known for suckin' and fuckin', I'll be your only fan
Get rich off OnlyFans, hit the road, and I know some scams
Stock it up and go and hit Neimans, we could blow a ten
Niggas talkin' pape', but they cappin', nigga, show it then
Like five hundred, ten or four, I bеt bro roll a ten
Only bosses 'round my round table, so you won't fit in
I'll probably throw that shit on my wrist bеfore I cop a Benz
You bitch niggas steady coppin' pleas, come cop a stick
By Sunday, we can bet the Steelers win or that I knock your bitch
And I don't rock designer jeans, baby, 'cause my Glock don't fit
Big dog, I know I'm gon' win, cocky and confident
I'm startin' to think this money grow on trees the way we got this shit
In traffic to the neck with the Glock, fuck your politics
In your hood drivin' through slow and niggas not on shit
I don't want your ho, been had the bitch
Bougie bitch say she hate me, but she love the dick
From the socks to the hat, did you peep the 'fit?
Fat 36 with the stock, I don't need the stick
Fuck him right where he stand, Drakey leave the bitch
Before I ever tell on my mans, cuh, I plead the Fifth
Walk-downs in broad day, here, eat the clip
Nigga, eat the clip, here, go'n, eat the clip
Yeah (2Raw)
Ayy
They like, "3zzy got that"— yeah
He got super bands
Ayy, ayy
[Verse 1: 3zzy]
They like, "3zzy got that dog shit on him, he got super bands"
Hold on, let me put the Drac' down, do my Skuba dance
Don't let lil' bro get off a Perky, he turn to Superman
I ain't from the D, but fuck it, Siri, locate Coochie Land
Them niggas said they known for shootin', but then his shooter ran
Like FN had that ollie in him, cuh got stupid hands
If you known for suckin' and fuckin', I'll be your only fan
Get rich off OnlyFans, hit the road, and I know some scams
Stock it up and go and hit Neimans, we could blow a ten
Niggas talkin' pape', but they cappin', nigga, show it then
Like five hundred, ten or four, I bеt bro roll a ten
Only bosses 'round my round table, so you won't fit in
I'll probably throw that shit on my wrist bеfore I cop a Benz
You bitch niggas steady coppin' pleas, come cop a stick
By Sunday, we can bet the Steelers win or that I knock your bitch
And I don't rock designer jeans, baby, 'cause my Glock don't fit
Big dog, I know I'm gon' win, cocky and confident
I'm startin' to think this money grow on trees the way we got this shit
In traffic to the neck with the Glock, fuck your politics
In your hood drivin' through slow and niggas not on shit
I don't want your ho, been had the bitch
Bougie bitch say she hate me, but she love the dick
From the socks to the hat, did you peep the 'fit?
Fat 36 with the stock, I don't need the stick
Fuck him right where he stand, Drakey leave the bitch
Before I ever tell on my mans, cuh, I plead the Fifth
Walk-downs in broad day, here, eat the clip
Nigga, eat the clip, here, go'n, eat the clip
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