Zachery Le'on - How You What

Seven in the morning hit the Car wash wheel bright
Feeling like a knight Steel tight Shit don't feel right
Meal prep hit a couple reps Gotta tighten up
Counting money put God first Then double up
Masked caper I'm baring fangs Don't try to play me
Scooba Steve when I'm in that Pussy its hella wavy
Ventilation full of weed money I was 24
Ain't have no guidance with The paper so I went broke
Perpetuity & real estate teach That shit to your kids
Like whipping eggs in the Kitchen
Knock the yolk out ya shell You ever fuck with my children
Not a industry rapper I am the Hero & villain
Prince vegeta on namek I'm a Geek & gangster
In the sun with a hammock Pistol tucked & black flag
These niggas be malicious over Zealous for quick cash
Tortoise & the hare coming Slow for the big bag

Cruising through the city with This banger
Unknown boss boy I keep it Lowkey
Couple hundred for the streams Nothing major
I ain't gotta floss ain't no ice on Ne
Westside educated gangsta
From the books to the streets
I can show you how to eat
Tappin in with the homies for The paper
Tryna touch a couple mill Everybody get a piece

Sun rays through my roof but This ain't a cuope
Quaterbacking I'm team Captain this beat slapping
Like Mcgucket or hockey sticks When you puck it
We was pushing that bucket With ghetto dreams & half a Tank
Third eye for the vision let it Light the way tri beam for the Haters & lookers
Every cell in my body it was Made with perfection
If you a nerd to the core
I know you understand Reference
Pulling strings like geppeto her Booty shaking like jello
Starch & steam it i heat the beat Then I cool it down
Ice cold flow ice tea full of Snow I might pull up on yo Hoochie get the coochie then I Go ugh
Green ranger I'm no stranger To parasitic minds became Divine like Tommy in season Two
Ramen & cut fruit milking the Game you know I hustle like One two
Don't act like I know you

Cruising through the city with This banger
Unknown boss boy I keep it Lowkey
Couple hundred for the streams Nothing major
I ain't gotta floss ain't no ice on Me
Westside educated gangsta
From the books to the streets I can show you how to eat
Tappin in with the homies for The paper
Tryna touch a couple mill Everybody get a piece

Written by:
Zachery Harris

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