[Chorus: ZayBang]
I'm off the drank, but this shit just got me restless
I blocked her number, got her tryna send a message
If she ain't payin', I could get it out the next bitch
They shootin' shots broad day, my niggas reckless
A headtapper pussy nigga got his head split
We smokin' blunts of Ace Of Zay, this shit for breakfast
I'm tryna fuck his baby mama watchin' Netflix
These niggas bringin' up my name, this shit a death wish
I popped him in a slow lane right off the exit
[Verse 1: Trigga500k]
Havin' motion, I'm a different type of timing
Bring this shit up out the trap, I'm off the block to fix alignment
Havin' real gleesh, it'll make you overdosе, Frankie Lymon
Real smacker, rеal trapper, got these folks tryna sign me, uh
Money don't make you real, I told them niggas, don't wanna listen
I'm in the trap on all these juggs, tryna sell the wings up off a pigeon
Half-a-million-dollar nigga and I still be pilin' shit in the trenches
No, I'll never punt the ball, I'm goin' forward on fourth and inches, uh
The really real, don't do no cappin', havin' zips off in the mattress
Over the stove workin' the bowl, this shit gon' come back like elastic
Shit, I get 'em in, I get 'em gone, they think I'm doin' magic
If I ain't rappin', then I'm still wrappin', wrappin' these bitches in the plastic, uh
Uh, you gotta know this shit too raw
If the crackers push up on me, I never tell 'em what I saw
Uh, I never tell 'em what I seen
I ain't nothin' like no turtle, bitch, don't try me like I'm green
I'm off the drank, but this shit just got me restless
I blocked her number, got her tryna send a message
If she ain't payin', I could get it out the next bitch
They shootin' shots broad day, my niggas reckless
A headtapper pussy nigga got his head split
We smokin' blunts of Ace Of Zay, this shit for breakfast
I'm tryna fuck his baby mama watchin' Netflix
These niggas bringin' up my name, this shit a death wish
I popped him in a slow lane right off the exit
[Verse 1: Trigga500k]
Havin' motion, I'm a different type of timing
Bring this shit up out the trap, I'm off the block to fix alignment
Havin' real gleesh, it'll make you overdosе, Frankie Lymon
Real smacker, rеal trapper, got these folks tryna sign me, uh
Money don't make you real, I told them niggas, don't wanna listen
I'm in the trap on all these juggs, tryna sell the wings up off a pigeon
Half-a-million-dollar nigga and I still be pilin' shit in the trenches
No, I'll never punt the ball, I'm goin' forward on fourth and inches, uh
The really real, don't do no cappin', havin' zips off in the mattress
Over the stove workin' the bowl, this shit gon' come back like elastic
Shit, I get 'em in, I get 'em gone, they think I'm doin' magic
If I ain't rappin', then I'm still wrappin', wrappin' these bitches in the plastic, uh
Uh, you gotta know this shit too raw
If the crackers push up on me, I never tell 'em what I saw
Uh, I never tell 'em what I seen
I ain't nothin' like no turtle, bitch, don't try me like I'm green
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