ZOOTIES Lyrics

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Mhm mhm mhm mhm

Woah woah woah woah

Mhm mhmmm mhm mhmm mhm

Niggas be bored, bitches, and broke that's a triple B

Knock his ramen top spill his noodles back brodie got hit with a triple beam

Niggas ain't tough I look in his soul so shit it ain't how it seems

My bitch is a chopper I let her go and spray her notes I so let her sing

We smoking the za that's his dead man's

I'm real life sick I'm a dead man

I go to sleep see the boogeyman

My racks reel a skeeze I'm a fisherman

And I'm on a mission stick to the plan

Smile a lot but I really go kill a man

I Like seeing blood go get a rush again

Don't make me really send my little man's

Bitches be devilish my bitch is heaven sent Baby we run it up getting bags

People not stepping us cause we shittin on 'em

Gotta catch up we do the dash

They talking that talk they not like that don't push me my nigga I get up go get the stash

That nigga he running I'm running I see him get blasted I told you we on his ass

(Grah)

Rubber bands

Niggas is counting money hot niggas go tell a friend

Spin a Benz

Niggas is riding too city girls trynna ride again

Who ya mans

Niggas is soft it getting real yeah he piss his pants

Whats on my mind?

Bag chasing money fuck a bitch it's dead presidents

My energy changing the room I do it so expertly

They selling they souls and it's separately

All for legacy, wanting it desperately

My bitch is a god therefore heavenly

Shining on me with a light take me breathlessly

Fuck satan cause that nigga testing me

He send them I'm talking to entities

They enemies trynna be friends to me

Fighting back they trying to end destiny

Lil' Niggas they can't get the best of me

All these thoughts I just put it into Melody

For the future I'm building my equity

Oh god I'm feeling they jealousy

Trynna pop on my top end me like Kennedy

Talk to the lord cause I'm feeling it heavily

Niggas be bored, bitches, and broke that's a triple B

Knock his ramen top spill his noodles back Brodie got hit with a triple beam

Niggas ain't tough I look in his soul so shit it ain't how it seems

My bitch is a chopper I let her go and spray her notes I let her sing

We smoking the za that's his dead man's

I'm real life sick I'm a dead man

I go to sleep see the boogeyman

My racks reel a skeeze I'm a fisherman

And I'm on a mission stick to the plan

Smile a lot but I really go kill a man

I Like seeing blood go get a rush again

Don't make me really send my little mans

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