Zonin Elijah Blake

[Verse 1]
One shot for my real niggas
Two shots for my woes
Lame niggas don't get no loud
They be talking like oh
Three puffs till I pass that shit
Middle finger to my foes
Good luck to my enemies
Pray God bless your soul

[Hook]
I be zonin, 3 in the morning
Nigga I'm zonin, this liquor can't hold me
My nigga I'm zonin, 3 in the morning
I be zonin, 3 in the morning
This liquor can't hold me
You know that I be zonin

[Verse 2]
Don't go texting my phone
Talking some shit while I'm doing some dumb shit
You know what I be on
When I'm that tricking straight freaking no tongue kiss
I swear all these broads got motives
I'll be damned if I let you take me off my focus
Five supper still closing time
We still getting loaded
So much shit been on my mind
But I can't even recall it
Four things that I just don't like
Is a fake motherfucker, a fake motherfucker, a fake motherfucker
Did I say a fake motherfucker?