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[Chorus] He a good rapper, his rhymes be flying 600K from the crimes I dodged I get involved it’s not a facade Another whip like a parking garage She a lil’ bad I put her on TV I’m s*itting on n!ggas I’m blessed not needy Switching my b!tch too easy, you never gon’ see me I’m popping out on them like 3D Ayy Any percent of my n!ggas they all be ZZ You got a phone my number just call you need me You could just read me, you know I never decline I cut off Lil Rob that n!gga just never slide [Verse 1] Back in the hood like a Lambo truck N!gga you a b!tch, don’t stand on nothing Two straps, everybody hands on guns Put a raw b!tch on lock no bun Sipping on Don come fu*k on a dime Sorry lil’ mama I’m one of the one Brand new K with a hundred round drum Mama, your son ain’t never gon’ run Saving these hoes, ain’t making a cease Breaking the code, that made them a snitch I want that girl so bad they see Top 10 I put that name on the list Fu*k 12 they wanna see me go Got a son out here, I can’t beef with you Talking RICO, my brother just 3 (??) Get the drop on the opp, sweep through it We gon’ keep shooting, make ’em keep moving Yellow tape on the scene, got to detour Put the switch on the Glock, put the stock on that b!tch When you shoot it is never gon’ recoil I got too many b!tches I need one I be shooting on the opps, got them pissed off With your pinpoint, at the cliport I hop on the PJ and I lift off So much blues on them I could crip walk And my drip got wings like Rick Ross Throwing bullets, my Z got picked off Why he died? I feel like it’s his fault How you feeling? I’m feeling a lil’ off I’ma go MIA I’ma get lost And one thing about me, I’ma drip sauce You can’t Z what I Z, I’m a big boss [Chorus] He a good rapper, his rhymes be flying 600K from the crimes I dodged I get involved it’s not a facade Another whip like a parking garage She a lil’ bad I put her on TV I’m s*itting on n!ggas I’m blessed not needy Switching my b!tch too easy, you never gon’ see me I’m popping out on them like 3D Ayy Any percent of my n!ggas they all be ZZ You got a phone my number just call you need me You could just read me, you know I never decline I cut off Lil Rob that n!gga just never slide [Verse 2] Ayy You can’t Z what I Z, I’m a big boss Don’t think you a big turd, boy you a lil’ off Wanna be extra, better go kill some’ You ain’t got a foreign, go get one Bad b!tch chase me, I’ma still run I’ma go run through hot lil’ cool like it was nothing All these b!tches be ringing my number All these b!tches want have me a son Too picky I’m picking my one I be dripping they licking it up And we bringing them beef to the club See them n!ggas we shooting it up Bad lil’ b!tch don’t wanna be wife I’m taking this b!tch out the club Bad lil’ b!tch don’t wanna be wife I’m making this b!tch my stud I’m sticking my thumb in her butt I lock eyes with the opp in the club I scream out \”What?\” And I’m sorry I don’t wanna fu*k I’ve been thugging I ran out of love I be keeping my mind on bucks Put a fu*k n!gga ’round real n!ggas And he gon’ see he could never adjust I wasn’t just home, I was on the run I was on the run Having fun (??) For sure. Z What I Z lyrics – Hotboii : Get lyrics and music video of this song here on LyricsBull.com