330 Freestyle Zotiyac
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[Intro]
(Wow, for the win, that could be it)
(Ayy)
I'm on go, I'm on—, ayy
[Verse 1]
Huh, and she ain't even my type, but (1up made it)
Bad-ass bitch who be fuckin' my life up, uh (My life up)
Really, I be fuckin' her life up
Postin' them pics and it's fuckin' her likes up (Shit fuckin' her likes up)
Steppin' on shit and it's fuckin' my Nikes up, uh (Ayy, huh)
That shit be fuckin' my nights up
Spittin' the truth, give a fuck who don't like none (The fuck?)
But that shit be fuckin' my mic up (Ayy)
Ayy, I leave the crib at like 3:30 (Bitch)
Hunnid shots on me, I keep more than three-thirty
Bitch, if I leave, then you deserve it
Want me to be loyal to you, thеn be worthy (Bitch)
No, bitch, if I leave, thеn you deserve it
Know it's too late, but I don't like to eat early (Ayy, ayy)
Yo' lil' bitch a fiend, that ho eat Perkys
I'm 'bout my business, talked too loud and she heard it
Choppin'-Choppin' the beat like that bit' was a new sample (Ayy)
I'm fuckin' that bitch in my new sandals (Run up and—)
Run up and take that boy name like a new handle (Ayy, yeah)
I'm totin' that switch with the new handle (Grrt, grrt)
Keep the shit short and sweet like Emmanuel
Outed that boy, made an example, huh
You fuck with the gang, that will be handled
Hang that boy head over balcony, feet dangled (Yeah)
Take that boy property, he'll get popped in his shit, tryna stop the monopoly (Popped in his shit)
You can't outrun the apocalypse, hollow tips godly, possessed, and it's boxed up
(Wow, for the win, that could be it)
(Ayy)
I'm on go, I'm on—, ayy
[Verse 1]
Huh, and she ain't even my type, but (1up made it)
Bad-ass bitch who be fuckin' my life up, uh (My life up)
Really, I be fuckin' her life up
Postin' them pics and it's fuckin' her likes up (Shit fuckin' her likes up)
Steppin' on shit and it's fuckin' my Nikes up, uh (Ayy, huh)
That shit be fuckin' my nights up
Spittin' the truth, give a fuck who don't like none (The fuck?)
But that shit be fuckin' my mic up (Ayy)
Ayy, I leave the crib at like 3:30 (Bitch)
Hunnid shots on me, I keep more than three-thirty
Bitch, if I leave, then you deserve it
Want me to be loyal to you, thеn be worthy (Bitch)
No, bitch, if I leave, thеn you deserve it
Know it's too late, but I don't like to eat early (Ayy, ayy)
Yo' lil' bitch a fiend, that ho eat Perkys
I'm 'bout my business, talked too loud and she heard it
Choppin'-Choppin' the beat like that bit' was a new sample (Ayy)
I'm fuckin' that bitch in my new sandals (Run up and—)
Run up and take that boy name like a new handle (Ayy, yeah)
I'm totin' that switch with the new handle (Grrt, grrt)
Keep the shit short and sweet like Emmanuel
Outed that boy, made an example, huh
You fuck with the gang, that will be handled
Hang that boy head over balcony, feet dangled (Yeah)
Take that boy property, he'll get popped in his shit, tryna stop the monopoly (Popped in his shit)
You can't outrun the apocalypse, hollow tips godly, possessed, and it's boxed up
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