- Lil Gotit Zaytoven Freestyle 歌詞
- Lil Gotit
- Zaytoven
That ***** got a big head, ****in on a big kid
Smoke exotic Backwoods, we dont do the zigzag
Ima get geeked then go and get some new tats
Poppin extra time, no, we dont do the toe tag
Come to me, trust you gettin taxed, yeah, wholesale
Got used to the riches, now Im takin bubble baths
Solitary stones in the chain cost a couple racks
All in my business, lil *****, get your nose back
Im the realest of em all but yall been knew that
Im the real G.O.A.T., Im poppin on anything
Wrist hittin hard, couldve swear it was Liu Kang
Every time I drop me a top, I get new stains
Every time switched out the car, I get new brains
Strapped up, C4, Im blowin up like Hussein
Ice cream diamonds, couldve swore I was Gucci Mane
On a Zaytoven beat gettin sucked by a freak
Soon as I get numb, *****, ***** , *****
Blizzard goin on on my neck, come ski
Rob a ***** with a mask, shout out boy Ski
Got a redhead *****, wanna meet Yachty
Rich ***** zone, yeah, these Bartis
Clear diamonds on, you dont need Visine
Money stackin up taller than Yao Ming
Cash on me like XO
Im at blazing, not Fredo
My shooters dont care for payroll
Long as I live, thats all they go
Family over everything, thats goals
Its money all the time, cant stop, I want more
Get in my zone, go and put it on a show
Cup red, geekin off a Perc, Imfloatin
Hit em with a right and left and elbow
Remain solid and stick to the code
Pull up with the bros, used to kick doors
Bring em back to school then get it sold
Know I get to poppin my ****, come over
Loving poppin beans, love my Zoes
I respect my partners most when they let me know
We dont do em wrong when Im not in my zone
Everybody got a Glock when we leave home
Vibin, music, smokin, hoes
Its a lifestyle, this just what goin on
White boy drip, tatted up, Post Malone
Eyes real low, Im the new Cheech & Chong
Travis Scott on my ho, pick up the phone
Infinity bars comin straight off the dome
Infinity cars pullin up my home
Gas in the drawer, dispensary weed
Rollin it up, big deuce, no twigs
I aint met a real ***** yet to call twin
That fake motion picture money, I dont trust them bands
Racks on the passenger, ridin in the Benz
Upgraded ceiling, windows tinted
Yeah, they cant throw ten but he aint hold a SIG
With a monkey on that *****, he ready to split a wig
Done got bad body hoes (Hood Baby)
You better keep a clean nose (Hood Baby)
When you real, it shows (Hood Baby)
No nothing we lettin go (Hood Baby)
Be proud, you can stand ten toes (Hood Baby)
Make sure they imprinted in the floor (Hood Baby)
Cause that one time you **** up (Hood Baby)
I might be the one wipe your nose (Hood Baby)
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