#2 Zelly Ocho (Ft. David Shawty & Yungster Jack)
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[Intro]
Surf Gang, bitch
Captain Crunch presents
DeliverTheCrush
[Verse 1: Zelly Ocho]
Thought I was number one but I am number two
I fell in love with the drugs, now it is abuse
That pussy pink, them Perc 10s pink, them thirties blue
I can't even trust myself, how could I trust you?
Fucked a bag up on drugs and I bought some shoes
I fucked around and lost her trying not to lose
How could you change for me? I'm not worth anything
[Verse 2: David Shawty]
It's some nitemare shit, don't get caught lacking
Zelly pull up, you know that he blasting
You talking all that shit, you can put that shit inside a trash bin
These Percs green, these Percs blue, leave me blasting
Nitemare shit and you know we on go, don't get slip, slip, slip
I leave a foster home in her mouth, look like some lipstick, stick
Beans, lucid dreams, feel like a beanstalk
This shit easy for me like I'm creating a cheat code
Choppa in my pocket, I'ma write you all off
You talking some gibberish, all you do is talk, talk, talk
Walk into the function, I can't even walk, walk, walk
Puff, puff, I'ma hop into the foreign car
Surf Gang, bitch
Captain Crunch presents
DeliverTheCrush
[Verse 1: Zelly Ocho]
Thought I was number one but I am number two
I fell in love with the drugs, now it is abuse
That pussy pink, them Perc 10s pink, them thirties blue
I can't even trust myself, how could I trust you?
Fucked a bag up on drugs and I bought some shoes
I fucked around and lost her trying not to lose
How could you change for me? I'm not worth anything
[Verse 2: David Shawty]
It's some nitemare shit, don't get caught lacking
Zelly pull up, you know that he blasting
You talking all that shit, you can put that shit inside a trash bin
These Percs green, these Percs blue, leave me blasting
Nitemare shit and you know we on go, don't get slip, slip, slip
I leave a foster home in her mouth, look like some lipstick, stick
Beans, lucid dreams, feel like a beanstalk
This shit easy for me like I'm creating a cheat code
Choppa in my pocket, I'ma write you all off
You talking some gibberish, all you do is talk, talk, talk
Walk into the function, I can't even walk, walk, walk
Puff, puff, I'ma hop into the foreign car
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