Zt - G.O.M.D. Lyrics

(I don't f*ck with you)
(Like, at all)
(Like don't you got a nigga to go f*ck or something)
(Literally, go f*ck with him, like what the)
(Let's do it)
First things first, bitch I don't need you
And I was here until it failed bitch, alopecia
And when I say that I'm the coldest, I don't mean Keyshia
And bitch, I kept you on track more than a long feature, f*cking creature
I pray to god no nigga ever beat you
I hope y'all vacate, and he vacay you, Miami Beach you
I hope you send that nigga nudes, and he don't ever leak you
I hope y'all presidential suiteing, and he don't impeach you
I hope he accessing your heart, and it ain't hard to reach you
I hope he slid in your dms, without a follow neither, and hope you followed leader
That's your MO, and you don't get the memo, so let me speed up the tempo on this pimp hoe
Laid up with your ass out, but you know your pockets been assed out
I ain't taking no time, it takes the time away from taking the trash out
Please, so cut it out, cut it out, cut it out, before I totally spaz out
You taking dick, after dick, after dick, after dick, you're totally smashed out
I love my new bitch, she cum until she pass out
You looking stupid at your own will, and still crash out
I don't mean driving, bitch go dick diving
Leave me the f*ck alone, can't you see I'm thriving?
Get off my dick, for real
I don't need that shit before I shoot, I kill
Get the f*ck up out my way
Get off my dick, for real
I don't need that shit because I shoot, to kill
Get the f*ck up out my way
(Woo, I needed that, or I would have asked that dumb bitch why she look like that)