调：G# minor•
Verse 1
G#m
(Keep it Z3N)
(Sean Turk)
oh
Yeah (uh- huh), yeah (yeah, uh-
up in the room and they eyein' me
They like, "Who is you?" Nigga,
you can't get my ID
I need everything that I see
They peepin' I'm that nigga,
I'm like, "Ooh, yeah, I might be"
Punch a nigga in his lip,
now he lookin' like Kylie (bop)
I can't really go off right now, nigga,
I'm really in the market, baby,
we could go to Dover Street
We can go to isolation where
You not ready for that shit
My life is a movie,
you not ready for that clip
applaud and they clap shit
If it's not 'bout dollars then
you really don't make sense
surrounded by fake friends
And they gon' keep grabbin' plates if you sneakin' that cake in,
it makes sense
Got my own style,
you gon' flush it, I don't take shit
Really anti- social,
I don't like collaboratin'
don't like collaboratin'
Had to cut y'all off because y'all niggas,
y'all not sanctioned
tryna cause investigations
Now, if you want talk, yeah,
you gotta make a payment
Bitches give me pussy,
I won't pay to fuck
Bitch, nah, I don't love
Even if you my shawty, no, please
do not get comfortable
Verse 2
Came out on top, like the Royal Rumble
She wanna Royal Rumble (yeah)
Verse 3
You just wanna fuck with me,
you heard me on the radio
You play on me,
Sike, I don't touch y'all,
y'all can't touch me
You want me to pull up,
yeah, that's like fifty stacks
I'ma put some in her block
and I go cop my bitch a bigger ass
yeah, I be missin' that
Funny back then, was thinkin' 'bout the destination,
where I'm at
I'm not mixed, but I got black and white,
This shit up, but not gon' lie,
I may not make it look fun
Look dumb, you just mad that you
Verse 4
can't cuff 'em
Came out on top, like the Royal Rumble
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