ZQNNEX and LOAT! - WYLIN'

Like, shorty kinda bad, I'll have to hit her up in private
I'ma have to hit it, then I'll take her to the islands
Just me and you, in the coupe, we be wylin'
Shorty lookin' better with the dough
Wait
Off the Casamigos, one shot, blacked out, she treeshin'
Bitches on my phone, I'ma hit it then I'm leavin'
This ain't for forever, but I'll give you 'till the weekend
Shorty off a perc, do her dance, she geekin'
She in love with perc talk (huh)
She took her shirt off
Hop up in the Benz, green light, we skrrt off
Said he wanna fight, we pull up on him, leave him worse off
Shorty in the crib, and she tryna take her skirt off
Swear that she the only one that I'm missing
I can't have no more that just the neck from these bitches
Cant fuck with the fakes, only fuckin' with the real shit
Shorty did me wrong, I'm like fuck all of these bitches
Got big bands, bitch I carry like cinco
Know my niggas shootin', I ain't talkin' no free throw
Shorty on me for the bands, she a freak hoe
Five figure fit, I ain't talkin' no zip code
Put you on to brodie if you lookin' for a zip
Know he doin' jiggas and he packin' hella bricks
Say the right thing, he'll hook you up with the fifth
Say the wrong thing, he gon' hit you with a switch
Like, shorty kinda bad, I'll have to hit her up in private
I'ma have to hit it, then I'll take her to the islands
Just me and you, in the coupe, we be wylin'
Shorty lookin' better with the dough
Wait
Off the Casamigos, one shot, blacked out, she treeshin'
Bitches on my phone, I'ma hit it then I'm leavin'
This ain't for forever, but I'll give you 'till the weekend
Shorty off a perc, do her dance, she geekin' (Aye, aye, uh)
I told her "baby I'm a killer"
She know I'm a sinner
I could take a pussy boy and hit him with a spinna
30 gram, 40 gram, 50 gram dealer
I was in the trap, 14 with a heater
Put it on heartlock
Everything I own (aye)
I still get percentages for selling off my soul (uh)
I ain't got no soul, I put a bullet through his dome (uh)
I don't need to catch him, I'ma pull up to his home, like (aye)
They be like "Loat ain't even droppin' like that"
I find your cousin, and I take him off the map
On the brother that betrayed me
How the fuck you love sum' if it don't bring you payment?
666 on the mo'fuckin' drop top
Talk down, get mopped
Hello Kitty on the glock
I heard you was a villain now (gang, gang)
I pull up, shoot his ceiling out (yuh, aye)
Like, shorty kinda bad, I'll have to hit her up in private
I'ma have to hit it, then I'll take her to the islands
Just me and you, in the coupe, we be wylin'
Shorty lookin' better with the dough
Wait
Off the Casamigos, one shot, blacked out, she treeshin'
Bitches on my phone, I'ma hit it then I'm leavin'
This ain't for forever, but I'll give you 'till the weekend
Shorty off a perc, do her dance, she geekin'

Written by:
zan man

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