GoSaint! - Zoeboy Lyrics

Zo Boy, Zo Boy, Zo Boy, why they call you Zo
Why
I can't trust you, no
Feel like Young Metro, Young Metro, Young Metro
She pretty and classy and she still come from the ghetto
Hand on my stick while I'm pushing the pedal
Sneaking out if you leaving with me
Out the back cause we cannot be seen
See my wrist it like whoa
See my whip it like whoa
I was balling like Mr. The Clean
Throwing ones, now we making a scene
Money falling like whoa
Do that shit for the woah
Do that shit for the zo
Automatic, I'm letting it
Come on
Automatic, I'm letting it
Go
I've been salvaging all of these flows
I'm a savage in all of my souls
I've been ripping and running and killing and gunning
Now I gotta make it back home
I was getting my shit off the glass
Like Andre the Drummond like Virgil abloh
Walking in and they feeling the glow
Taking pictures they making me pose
Only Frenchie or white on her toes
She don't got mani or pedi
I bet she was never my hoe
Come on
Everything digital, classical, literal
Everything pivotal
Everything critical
Popping it, popping it, popping it off
The twin in my turbo
You hear the exhaust
The car's a convertible
Dropping the top
I don't wanna talk
Im here for the boss
She ran into me
She told you get lost
It's just how it is when you don't got the sauce
Come on
I'm really what these niggas wanna be
They making rap songs after me
Baddie with double D's and a peach
You know the zo boy gonna beat
I'm really not rich, but I geek
I'm really not lit, but I tweak
Talking that dumb shit
He deceased
Stomp him with a cleat
He feeling defeat
Shoot like I'm John the wick
You a counterfeit
I be rocking shit
Watch how I rock this
I could go up a whole nother octave
Taking off like a Houston the rocket
I got bad bitches all in my pocket
Zo Boy, Zo Boy, Zo Boy
Why they call you Zo
Why
I can't trust you
No
Feel like Young Metro Young Metro Young Metro
She pretty and classy
And she still come from the ghetto
Ghetto
Hand on my stick while I'm pushing the pedal
Sneaking out if you leaving with me
Out the back, because we cannot be seen
See my wrist, it like, whoa
See my whip, it like, whoa
I was balling like Mr. the clean
Throwing ones, now we making a scene
Money falling like, whoa
Do that shit for the woah
Do that shit for the zo
Automatic, I'm letting it
Come on
Automatic, I'm letting it go
I've been salvaging all of these flows
I'm a savage in all of my souls
I've been ripping and running and killing and gunning
Now I gotta make it back home
I was getting my shit off the glass
Like Andre the Drummond like Virgil abloh