Zoned Zack - Untitled2 Lyrics

Get yo' lil' bitch 'fore we pull out this this cash and these diamonds and make that bitch fall in a trance
I don't be saggin' my pants but if I be saggin' that means I got racks in my pants
Lil' bitch she hittin' my phone, she talkin' 'bout "pull up" I told her "Be ready in advance"
I do not be on the media To get in contact, you might have to hit up my friends
They don't even got my number Just stay out the way, yeah and leave me alone
"Young D'man he move like a mase, you pull up wherever he at and he already gone"
These people they really be flake I really got all of this shit from the mother f*ckin' bone
People they really be flake I really got all of this shit from the mother f*ckin' bone
I dropped a lil' bag on a look-a-like These niggas already think I'm a mother f*ckin' clone
Dropped a lil' bag on a look-a-like Told him "go run up the cash and bring it back home"
Uh, what?
Night stop playin' Already had two sources of income
Shit, I don't give a f*ck 'bout the world I look at this shit like a sitcom
I'm with the gang, we get insane
I'm with this bitch, she givin' me brain
Don't know the bitch name I call the bitch gang
We not the same, you cannot hang
Piss on my chain, f*ck 'bout a chain
F*ck 'bout a fame, give a f*ck 'bout my name
I'm off the grid, it keep me in sane
They got that boy did, I'm not one to blame
These niggas they lame Shit not a game
You can get caught in the mother f*ckin' flame
All of my niggas they really got aim, they sparing your body and aim for the brain
I really get wicked this shit get insane
F*ck on your momma, you really a lame
Pay that hoe rent just to find where you stayin'
You really not livin' that shit that you claim
Get yo' lil' bitch 'fore we pull out this this cash and these diamonds and make that bitch fall in a trance
I don't be saggin' my pants but if I be saggin' that means I got racks in my pants
Lil' bitch she hittin' my phone, she talkin' 'bout "pull up" I told her "Be ready in advance"
I do not be on the media To get in contact, you might have to hit up my friends
They don't even got my number Just stay out the way, yeah and leave me alone
"Young D'man he move like a mase, you pull up wherever he at and he already gone"
These people they really be flake I really got all of this shit from the mother f*ckin' bone
People they really be flake I really got all of this shit from the mother f*ckin' bone
I dropped a lil' bag on a look-a-like These niggas already think I'm a mother f*ckin' clone
Nigga just stay pullin' all of these bitches I don't even know that I mother f*ckin' known
Nigga just stay drivin' all of these cars I don't even know that I own
I do not f*ck with these people I'd rather just stay to myself and do shit on my own
Lil' bitch swear she gon' leave like I don't be rackin' up all these hoes
Like I won't f*ck her friend and make that lil' bitch my new hoe
Told the bitch take of SHEIN, my hoe can't wear five dollar clothes
2500 my fit
2500 or more When I get bored I dress up in swag and buy out the mother f*ckin' store
We do not f*ck with no Michael Kors we be Rockin' that Christian Dior
I do not hang with these niggas I think that they weird, I think they go both ways
But i'an no homophobic Nigga I date a bitch that go both ways
Heard that boy comin' with fire, we out that boy out and we dump him in ash tray
Free my boy out of that mother f*ckin' cell Free that boy out the fast way
Young D'man he never gon' trip 'bout a bitch, he lookin' the cash way
I'an even trippin' 'bout no hoe, I'm lookin' the cash way
These hoes want a nigga that's toxic I'll cut a bitch off bout my bands