Zone
Lyrics
(Goontex)
Yeah, that lil' ho rachet, left her lone (let's go)
Hit up Saks Fifth, got some brand new Vlone
Lot of motherfuckers plotting on me, got they target zone
Feeling like I'm Faygo, shorty told me I'm gone blow
Shorty want it, yeah, hitting on my phone, woah
Double-sided, but she don't got a clone, woah
Way you been acting, you not really grown, woah
That boy talking down on us, we gone leave him lone
Way she hitting on my line
Digging shorty, really fine
Told me I'm a star, but I don't believe in all the signs
Feel like I'm one of a kind
Feel like I been out of time, yeah
8 months of pain, I been still on my grind, yeah
(Woah, woah)
We really running it up
Don't really give no fucks, no, got me a couple of bucks
Feeling too presidential, yuh, bitch I feel like Slump
They was praying down on me, now they can't fuck with us
These hoes thinking that they famous, yeah, they ain't even made it
They ain't even made it, yeah, cause they really faking
Every bitch the same thing (same thing, yeah, let's go)
Yeah, that lil' ho rachet, left her lone (let's go)
Hit up Saks Fifth, got some brand new Vlone
Lot of motherfuckers plotting on me, got they target zone
Feeling like I'm Faygo, shorty told me I'm gone blow
Shorty want it, yeah, hitting on my phone, woah
Double-sided, but she don't got a clone, woah
Way you been acting, you not really grown, woah
That boy talking down on us, we gone leave him lone
Yeah, woah
We in that 'Mazi, we in that front seat
He talking hot on the Net, tackle that nigga like we playing rugby
I cannot fuck with these hoes, they be so dirty and they be so dusty
I'm finna up that lil' choppa, that nigga, we doing that nigga so dirty
I be swerving, might just crash
Had to get me a lil' bag
I had to get me some money man, I had to get off, and get off, and get off my ass
Me and Farell we hop up in New York so you know we going, we going too fast
Bitch I'm tired, you is a lame
Smoking that herb bitch, I'm smoking this Thrax
These hoes thinking that they famous, yeah, they ain't even made it
They ain't even made it, yeah, cause they really faking (huh, yeah)
Every bitch the same thing (huh, yeah, same thing)
Yeah, that lil' ho rachet, left her lone (let's go)
Hit up Saks Fifth, got some brand new Vlone
Lot of motherfuckers plotting on me, got they target zone
Feeling like I'm Faygo, shorty told me I'm gone blow
Shorty want it, yeah, hitting on my phone, woah
Double-sided, but she don't got a clone, woah
Way you been acting, you not really grown, woah
That boy talking down on us, we gone leave him lone (leave him lone)
(Goontex)
Yeah, that lil' ho rachet, left her lone (let's go)
Hit up Saks Fifth, got some brand new Vlone
Lot of motherfuckers plotting on me, got they target zone
Feeling like I'm Faygo, shorty told me I'm gone blow
Shorty want it, yeah, hitting on my phone, woah
Double-sided, but she don't got a clone, woah
Way you been acting, you not really grown, woah
That boy talking down on us, we gone leave him lone
Way she hitting on my line
Digging shorty, really fine
Told me I'm a star, but I don't believe in all the signs
Feel like I'm one of a kind
Feel like I been out of time, yeah
8 months of pain, I been still on my grind, yeah
(Woah, woah)
We really running it up
Don't really give no fucks, no, got me a couple of bucks
Feeling too presidential, yuh, bitch I feel like Slump
They was praying down on me, now they can't fuck with us
These hoes thinking that they famous, yeah, they ain't even made it
They ain't even made it, yeah, cause they really faking
Every bitch the same thing (same thing, yeah, let's go)
Yeah, that lil' ho rachet, left her lone (let's go)
Hit up Saks Fifth, got some brand new Vlone
Lot of motherfuckers plotting on me, got they target zone
Feeling like I'm Faygo, shorty told me I'm gone blow
Shorty want it, yeah, hitting on my phone, woah
Double-sided, but she don't got a clone, woah
Way you been acting, you not really grown, woah
That boy talking down on us, we gone leave him lone
Yeah, woah
We in that 'Mazi, we in that front seat
He talking hot on the Net, tackle that nigga like we playing rugby
I cannot fuck with these hoes, they be so dirty and they be so dusty
I'm finna up that lil' choppa, that nigga, we doing that nigga so dirty
I be swerving, might just crash
Had to get me a lil' bag
I had to get me some money man, I had to get off, and get off, and get off my ass
Me and Farell we hop up in New York so you know we going, we going too fast
Bitch I'm tired, you is a lame
Smoking that herb bitch, I'm smoking this Thrax
These hoes thinking that they famous, yeah, they ain't even made it
They ain't even made it, yeah, cause they really faking (huh, yeah)
Every bitch the same thing (huh, yeah, same thing)
Yeah, that lil' ho rachet, left her lone (let's go)
Hit up Saks Fifth, got some brand new Vlone
Lot of motherfuckers plotting on me, got they target zone
Feeling like I'm Faygo, shorty told me I'm gone blow
Shorty want it, yeah, hitting on my phone, woah
Double-sided, but she don't got a clone, woah
Way you been acting, you not really grown, woah
That boy talking down on us, we gone leave him lone (leave him lone)
Writer(s): Karol Chmielewski, Micheal Ferreyra
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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