K to the Zoo (feat. Zooboyz)

Bitch I’m Mr. Not Nice Clutching on that glock tight Aiming at your head lice Play with me get popped twice I been on my grind so I hope to see some blessings soon Take that girl to buy new panties fucked her in the dressing room Know I keep a mop stick this ain’t no broom Put a beat on my plate and it’s getting consumed Just had a threesome that’s one plus two Bitch you know the motto get money fuck you Diamonds in the watch bitch they busting out the bezel I beat the pussy up got her folded in a pretzel And I’m fucking on your thot pussy boy ain’t on my level Got shows lined up bitches filling up my schedule Murder on my beats got em buried with a shovel Know I keep a bit glock and I stash it in the duffle Hoe we sending shots call that shit triple double It’ll piece your ass up like a mother fucking puzzle I am not yo bro I’m fucking yo hoe Stop posting those twenties you boys are broke jokes Can’t afford my clothes Selling out my shows Count up these bands do that shit with my eyes closed You pussy ass boys wanna know where his bitch at She at my place And we doing this that I don’t do the chit chat The blicky go click clack Get out my face hoe you need some tic tacs All these pussy ass dudes yeah they wanna ride the wave Told that bitch back up for he catch a fucking fade Keep a 40 on my hip it’ll bust at your face Put him on his ass then I put him in the grave Pull up black ghost you can call me Danny Phantom Take his ass hostage make his boys pay the ransom I don’t do these hoes cause I can’t fuck a random Zooboyz spitting heat yeah we cooking up an anthem Ice on my neck and it hit like a boxer Got a big check run it up like a doctor Hop on the beat and I kick shit like soccer Used to eat McDonalds now we eating lobster Yo what up Y’all making a song Right now Yeah bro I gotchu I’m on my way Balls hella blue so I need me some sloppy I cut and I paste no I don’t need to copy You know that we started but you better stop me Cause once I’m inside her my name become papi Bitches some runts but you ride like a jockey Get in the trunk and we listen to pocky We splitting the blunt and it’s hitting like rocky Im lifting like Larry my bitches is ocky Bars more sick bitch with some cancer Im not a cure and that bitch not a dancer Wanna be red nose but shake it like prancer You hitting my phone but I ain’t gonna answer Level up once so I guess I enchant her Need me a plug or I need me a planter I got 3 wishes I need me a granter I come at The King with his crown like I’m Kanter Don’t want the glitz and I don’t want the glamor You talking that shit you get hit with a hammer Im taking your bitch you can sit while jammer And you’ll be the one to go get when I spam her