Z1L - RODEO

Suicidal rolls royce
Put the pedal to the floor board
Throw me in the game
Yeah I'm about to score more
Aye
And we shopping on rodeo
Got your bitch she doing what I say so
And she throw it back for the pesos
Smoking on that Fuego
Run up on me
Yeah you know we aim it at your halo
From that black durango
About to get a case closed
Sipping on a Faygo
I just got a payload
Remember back up in the day
Them hoes would want to pass me
Now they see me whipping benzes
And they want to smash me
Yeah I got three model bitches
Chilling in the backseat
Its me and Major
Racing demons down a fucking backstreet
So girl gone and tell me who you are
You know I'm a star
I see every head turn when I walk up in the bar
Like is it all this gold up on my neck
Or they see me pull up in that car
Look up at the roof and see the stars
And we shopping on rodeo
Got your bitch she doing what I say so
And she throw it back for the pesos
Smoking on that Fuego
Run up on me
Yeah you know we aim it at your halo
From that black durango
About to get a case closed
Sipping on a Faygo
I just got a payload
Haters get back I'm ludicrous
All my Bens are blue like stitch
Y'all want this life but what you gonna do for it
I came a long way from a jit
Doing stupid shit
If she ain't bad I juke the bitch
While I flip the stacks you new to this
Hop up on the track and get it thumping
They gone throw a fit
When I hit the stage and get it bumping
Talk that shit we know you bluffing
I be in that beamer
With this broad her name Selena
She get wet as Aquafina
Take her home we light the reefa
Smoking on that damn sativa
Break her heart I leave her with the reaper
Buy that girl a choker chain yeah cause she a keeper
And we shopping on rodeo
Got your bitch she doing what I say so
And she throw it back for the pesos
Smoking on that Fuego
Run up on me
Yeah you know we aim it at your halo
From that black durango
About to get a case closed
Sipping on a Faygo
I just got a payload
I be in a room full of shooters
Where they tote them rugers
Don't get your medulla split
Just cause you be living lavish
Don't mean that your really lit
Rocking black and burgundy braids
You know I'm certainly paid
Can't work no minimum wage
Or sign my soul as a slave
Im on my grind for the cake
I feel like future puffing zootiez
Im all in outer space
Im layed up with your broad
While she lie up straight to your face
I see them flashing lights
Then you know we gone on a chase
I pick up the bag blow that shit
But then I replace and then I fill up the safe
That's why these girls want a taste
And we shopping on rodeo
Got your bitch she doing what I say so
And she throw it back for the pesos
Smoking on that Fuego
Run up on me
Yeah you know we aim it at your halo
From that black durango
About to get a case closed
Sipping on a Faygo
I just got a payload

Written by:
Zachary cea

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