Za Rozaye - GT

Smoke me a wood, get me litty
Turning my back, need to fix me
And they taking shots like I'm Ricky
I'm putting a rock on my pinky
I need that chicken extra crispy
Redhead bitch on the dial, call her Misty
Can't pull up on a bike, girl I'm shifty
That McLaren is mines, need the six speed
Get that 720 for 360, uh
I need it loud like the spliffy, uh
I'm counting these 100s and 50s, uh
But don't make it hot, I get iffy, uh
Niggas went silent and ditched me, uh
Now I don't need a pound 'less it's LB's
I want the music to sell me
Tom Ford with a Shelby
GT, that's a grand tour
Niggas should get to the bands more
Fuck is you all on my mans for
I'm the nigga shawty dance for
Spread them bills cross the dance floor
Flip a new stack with no pants on
I want the world, I demand for it
And I get my own to depend on
Like cash a mill, bask a lil
I got the check, swing me the bill
Shawty in her feels cause I got the skills
Got it all on deck, Ima hit the field
We ain't touching base, off his ass for real
We gon get him out, meet me in the middle
We gon leave him stiff, at a standstill
Remember when they couldn't stand Sil
And now I'm up
Smoke me a wood, get me litty
Turning my back, need to fix me
And they taking shots like I'm Ricky
I'm putting a rock on my pinky
I need that chicken extra crispy
Redhead bitch on the dial, call her Misty
Can't pull up on a bike, girl I'm shifty
That McLaren is mines, need the six speed
Get that 720 for 360, uh
I need it loud like the spliffy, uh
I'm counting these 100s and 50s, uh
But don't make it hot, I get iffy, uh
Niggas went silent and ditched me, uh
Now I don't need a pound 'less it's LB's
I want the music to sell me
Tom Ford with a Shelby
But ya know I can't fuck w no cobra
Lil bitch you been snaking, then slide the fuck over
I never ride with no poser
I advertise all of them lies on a poster
I'm getting live like I'm supposed to
Might go to Vegas, win free (Winfrey) money like Oprah
Lil shawty come thru, she always let me grope her
She sit on this dick, no more space on the sofa
It's too many bills
I got that call of duty, that's too many kills
Fuck if you boo me, your boo show me booty
Ya judging like Judy, ya moody for real
Now shawty nude in the back of this whip
She said hit the gas, Ima zoom for the hills
She like what I do on the Mike like a Jackson
It seems Billie Jean in the mood for a thrill
Smoke me a wood, get me litty
Turning my back, need to fix me
And they taking shots like I'm Ricky
I'm putting a rock on my pinky
I need that chicken extra crispy
Redhead bitch on the dial, call her Misty
Can't pull up on a bike, girl I'm shifty
That McLaren is mines, need the six speed
Get that 720 for 360, uh
I need it loud like the spliffy, uh
I'm counting these 100s and 50s, uh
But don't make it hot, I get iffy, uh
Niggas went silent and ditched me, uh
Now I don't need a pound 'less it's LB's
I want the music to sell me
Tom Ford with a Shelby

Written by:
Bahsil Moody

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