J Saenz - Zoomies

This that wake up in the morning
Crack the macbook and I'm on it
Send shots pop pop with no warning
Drop top yeah this shit transforming
They got faith in me like Mormons
The beat inside me stay dormant
The piece yes I got it on me
Only got one or two homies
I do better by myself don't need no help
I take the steps to get it
I bet on myself can't take no L's no homie just forget it
Won't sell my soul for the hell of it
Ain't no way that I'm selling it all that shit been irrelevant I
Got one too many hits
Put twenty fours up on the whip
I do my dance I do not crip
But I make championships
Got hands when I need them
I don't need friends just need my mama and my bed
Like my boy drake said pull the draco out my face hoe
I blend right in I'm made of play dough and I make plays hoe
Been the boss follow my lead like Simon say so

Yeah
Like simon say so follow leader yes I'm the leader
Swiping the visa fly to Ibiza hit then I leave her
Yeah cooking a heater it's a procedure
Please do not bother me don't wanna see ya
Been at the bottom but this is my season
Yeah
And I promise I'm making the play
Bitch you ain't making no play and promise I'll be
Stomping whatever get in my way
Yeah this my fucking season take a dub repeat it
And I promise my mama a crib and whip that she don't need to pay cause it's paid
I promise mean what I say

I don't want slice of the pie cause I'm going for the cake
And my face in the cake savor the taste paving the way
Want to pop from the Ville to the bay
To the real to the fake
To the field to the game
Till the field that I raised
So I reap what sow
And I'm loving the chase
And I'm loving the fame
And I'm loving the lame
Motherfuckers that don't like me
All my life I been a pisces I see
What you don't see
Oh si
I'm making noise but I'm lowkey
Eat this bitch up like I'm Choji
Whipping this bitch like I'm Yoshi
One hundred and five
Lil bitch I'm pushing like one hundred and five
If you want smoke pull the forty-five
Pray to God then open holy fire
Yeah so be that
Oh me
Oh my shoot my shot Kobe
They act like they don't know me
Empty just like my soul be
But I soul feed like oh si
Tu quieres smoke then hold me
To my words I shoot until I hit won't stop till them holes bleed
Wipe ya nose I see the nosebleed

Yeah
Like it's a nosebleed
Fuck a hook a nose ring
Pop a perc they overdosing
Wasting time they where the hoes be
But they know they over those and boast about reaching they goals
But they don't cause they know they coasting

Written by:
Jose Mora Saenz

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