Fairytale II ft. Zar Lyrics

(Hey, where's Rolo?)

(Yeah, okay Daniel)

Slide on me, you ran outta luck (Run outta luck)

Chinese shooter got a nunchuck

Like fuck it, my white plug named Chuck

Tellin' me she only tryna fuck, okay

Fuckin' that bitch and I go disappear

I hit from the back, I hit from the rear (I hit from the rear)

I don't get attached, I'm makin' it clear (Yeah)

She callin' my phone, I ain't see you in, uh

'Cause I get to the bag, I get to the racks

I keep me a stack, I can't even slack

I won't ever lack

Just like Fortnite, I got me a Tact', okay

Stackin' the chips, I'm workin' at Ruffles (Uh-huh)

Fuckin' a twin, I'm just tryna double (Yeah)

Keepin' a choppa, I'm makin' them rumble

I'm pressin' you out, I'm makin' them humble

Act yo' place, you only the roster (On God)

You askin' me questions just like a copper

Me and the gang, we robbin' the robbers

You really my son, I'm runnin' a foster

Play with her guts just like a doctor

'Memberin' days, they say I won't prosper

Testin' the youngin's just like a proctor

Fuckin' a white bitch that shit was so awkward (That shit was so awkward)

That shit was so weird

Got a redneck nicknamed Smitty, he really my mans, but he drinkin' on beer (Drinkin' on beer)

Skinny bitch, I'ma lift from the front, I'm grippin' the handle, she told me to steer (She told me to steer)

(Skinny bitch, I'ma lift from the front, I'm grippin' the handle, she told me to steer)

Pull up with whole lotta choppas, we finna empty the clip, we gon' hit up your rear (Yeah)

We makin' shit rock just like a boulder, I'ma wolf in this bitch, y'all niggas some deers (Uh-huh)

She wanna fuck with a real OG, she ain't fuckin' with none of y'all niggas, y'all queers (No)

African shooter come straight from Wakanda, he blowin' you down with a Mac or a spear

Oh, I'm with the shits (Like what?)

We really whippin', we cookin' up grits (Uh-huh)

Gas in my blunt gettin' stinky like 'pits (Goddamn)

These niggas chattin', man, get off my tip (On God)

She tryna get my affection, I won't her give her none 'cause I know that she grimy as shit

I got some yellow and white inside these diamonds, shit like a banana split

Hop in the spot it gon' start gettin' tragic, we puttin' the blitz on you niggas like Madden (Goddamn)

Real nigga not smilin' or laughin', we press you niggas, you dead in a casket (Dead in a casket)

Most of you niggas be actin', stop playin' around, you got none in your jacket (You got none in your jacket)

I'm really king of this rappin' and I'm eatin' y'all up and I don't need a napkin (Bitch)

That shit was annoyin'

They finna hype that dumbass project, we finna go listen and shit disappointin'

I know some real bitch-made ass niggas, who beef on the net, in real life, they're avoidin'

(I know some real bitch-made ass niggas, who beef on the net, in real life, they're avoidin')

Slide on me, you ran outta luck (Run outta luck)

Chinese shooter got a nunchuck

Like fuck it, my white plug named Chuck

Tellin' me she only tryna fuck, okay

Fuckin' that bitch and I go disappear

I hit from the back, I hit from the rear (I hit from the rear)

I don't get attached, I'm makin' it clear (Yeah)

She callin' my phone, I ain't see you in, uh

'Cause I get to the bag, I get to the racks

I keep me a stack, I can't even slack

I won't ever lack

Just like Fortnite, I got me a Tact', okay

Stackin' the chips, I'm workin' at Ruffles (Uh-huh)

Fuckin' a twin, I'm just tryna double (Yeah)

Keepin' a choppa, I'm makin' them rumble

I'm pressin' you out, I'm makin' them humble