Broad Day Light Zoey Dollaz

[Intro]
Yeah
(Wizz/It's the Wizzard)

[Chorus]
I just might end up in a foreign with a bad, bad bitch that don't belong to me (Skrr, skrr)
Look at the drip on my body, I'm clean, I don't do lingerie, yeah
I ain't gotta speak, just look, I know your bitch is onto me (Onto me)
Look I'm too player, okay (Okay)
No Buffy I slay her, okay (Let's go)

[Verse 1]
Pull up in that whatcha I'ma call it (Skrr, skrr)
Fly as a bitch, man niggas sick when I'm poppin' that shit (Shit)
Mad that I'm lit, mad that I'm rich (Oh yeah)
Don't be mad with me, take it to God (God)
I'm just glad to see I'm livin' large (Ooh)
I put that bag on your head, get you whacked in the broad day light, broad day light
I can put you on the news, news, news
You and your dudes, dudes, dudes
Playin' with me is not cool, cool
Put a bag on you like school, school
These niggas cappin', cappin'
These niggas talkin' of shit they ain't 'bout, oh
I'm really 'bout action (Action)
I'm rеally down to have a shootout