Focus Zuu

[Verse 1]
Flipper Flabber, All I eat is platters
On the precipice of whipping Porsche
It don't matter, fuckin' up my bladder
She gone make it splatter for a boss, I been
Stickin, rhyming, out here fuckin' grinding
Like the dude who died up on the cross
Flossin'
Kill em all I only drop
Coffins
All up in a bitches guts
Coughin'
Dick is sick, I got a pigeon tip
And so a nigga split, and left the coop
I got shootas on the roof, (Doof-Doof)
Doofus, hootless, All you niggas stupid
Hootin', sucking dick to get a view
Who knew? I don't need an interview
I just need another hour with her, hold up
Matter of fact, I need a few
Squad rolling up, like it's UPS, UPS
Pussy too dope, had to kuuf again, kuuf again
Dick got a bitch bout to shoot again, hooligan
I'm bout to shoot again, spazz, straight for the bag
Then I dash on your ass
I'm a black lipped bastard, I don't like zans
I got the urges to fuck all my fans
The women they love me, I can't keep em off me
I spazz
Fingerprints all on her ass, residue all on the dash
I like it fast
(You know where you are, right now nigga?)
I give a fxck what you ask
Keeping it cool, taking a lap in the pool
I like the way that she ooze
She bussin' like Uzi, up in that Fendi and Gucci
These are the things here that you'll see
Fuckin with Lucy
Living an everyday movie, caught in the life
Caught in the sheets with your wife
I'm having a wonderful night, I'm living alright