A1 Zaee - Pilot (Intro)
Bye byeHollow tips hit, his shirt is tie dye
Im up on 3 barz, nigga not wifi
Throw my money up, i let it sky dive
I hit that hoe wit her mouth wide
Niggas keep talkin that rah rah
Beam on his forehead, i got em cross Eyed
Im gettin nasty nigga like a pot pie
Im smoke da broccoli just like im Popeye
I grew a smile when i found out the Opp died
Connected with the bloods & i got Mob ties
Chop dat nigga up, this aint no moy Tai
Scope & a beam, my gun lookin 4 Eyed
My trap never slow up
I got them cold cuts
First cup was cold
So i got me dos cups
Popping these percs & these xans till I throw up
Beefing wit da gang, but u dont Know us
I been juggin nigga since elementary
Had these nigga lookin so challenged Mentally
Cant fuck with niggas cause they got Bitch tendencies
Book me a suite & im right at the Embacy
She gone fuck my dawg just to get Next to me
I feel Nomad, dogs is my specialty
She lookin all sad, bitch tried to flex On me
Kick da bitch out & her sister keep Texing me
Written by:
Kidd Beatz
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