Zoned Out 2Cup Tommy (Ft. Jelly Roll)

[Intro]
Ah hah
Jelly
It's 2Cup baby!
Ha
Jelly
What that hell!
Then we got one
Jelly

[Chorus: 2Cup Tommy]
On my momma better mind your business
In that place that I was raised
We were southern fried like some chickens
Man it's realer than it's ever been
Used to look like pitty
Now its lookin' like envy bitch
I'm feelin' zoned out
4D
Hollar outta bound
Man you know I'm out the galaxy
I'm feelin' zoned out
Dope trees
Rollin' through Savanna than we pushin' back to Tennessee

[Verse 1: 2Cup Tommy]
Yeah
Ridin' through Savanna streets
Lookin' for a mouth
I can open just like can of peas
Man I'm hot so them bitches callin' me gasoline
B-b-basterd
Now watch me 'cause a catastrophe
Lavashly with my bag of weed
Don't pass it to me, I'm so gone
I'm way on top at that ozone
'Cause I mixed the codeine with a nose dose
Hold on, got a purple stain on my Polo
Oh no, got an other one sittin' on my photo
I don't even know where I'm cause I go home
Raised in the fuckin' street
I ain't talkin' hobo
Now I'm so flow
Chillin' with a Puerto Rican
Man that bitch so fine
Then she started to talk
So I had a tell her off
That was bad for the grind
Back to my state my state
Working over time bitch
I'm feelin' really zoned out
Kinda like I'm flyin'
I'm vibin'
Always lookin' vibrant
Tired like a motherfucker I ain't talkin' eyelids
What the fuck you though it was
I got it from nothin' about the mud
Call me crazy I go banana's got me zoned like the sections they livin' up in Atlanta, I'ma