Zooted!

(Splashious!)
(Ay, yuh, what, yuh, what, yuh, what)
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(Yo, ay, what, yo, yo)

Bitch I spit flame
Just like a dragon
Talk on my name
Get wiped like a napkin
I’m counting change
Know I be stackin
Ksubi my jeans
Bitch check the flag
I’m up with my team
Off of this pack
Get high like a dream
While we toke at the cabin
Blast like a cannon
Fasten you’re seats cause I’ll rip through this beat faster than an assassin
These rappers be lacking
All of y’all capping
I run to the guap just like I’m playing madden
Grew up in Staten
If I catch you slackin get tripped like some acid
Critical damage
I put that on momma you know I bring havoc
Put you in past tense
Bitch I’m attackin
I’m counting racks
Don’t try to dab me up
I know that you fucking wack
Pardon my manners
But why you be fuckin with me when you said that my music be trash?
Why you be talkin to me when you saying a lot of that fuck shit right behind my back?
I know that you and all those little homies you have have been talking down upon the ave
If you want smoke
I’m finna hit up Justice, Dreamer, Danny, Connor, Mase, and Zach
We finna pull up all muhfuckin zooted and still have a blast fuckin beating your ass
Well fuckin laugh while you privileged mother fuckers run off to cry to your dad
We smokin gas we fucking ugly as shit and you know that we so proud of that bitch

I got the Supreme Box Logo beanie today, it's a W (whoo!)