"ZOOTED" lyrics
Peysoh & Icewear Vezzo Lyrics
D-Diego
Perkies on me, bitch, I'm zooted
Every pistol, got like thirty-some and we gon' use it
I ain't actin' for it, bitch, we funk for real, came off a deuce
He gon' act like brodie, step but hang with us and scared to shoot
'Cause we don't do attempts, light the city up when it's 'bout beef
Give a fuck who sayin' what
'Cause all my rappers shoot 'bout me, walk down and slam his ass
Yeah, that kick could change the way he speak
I don't care if that's your bitch, 'cause over me, she sellin' cheeks
And I done dipped in foreign coupes, I done did that Prezzy buss
I done washed you down on feet, and I done passed for eighty-plus
I done smashed you for a brick, I left shit leaking if they mug
And I done hit y'all one-step bitches
I done blew shit off with cups, go 'head and spank 'em then
All that woofin', bust your move
Rollie AP, Franco Cuban, Cartis foreign hoes and coupes
Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada, I'm a junkie for them tags
Dead bitch, I'ma pile 'em, go and ask, yeah, we spittin' for sure
Feel like a Crip, I barely trust my blood, bitch, go hit the bottle
Don't you ask if you can hit my cup
Hey bae, I'm zooted, please don't mind the mood
She like, 'Boy, you only come from pussy,' yeah, that's kinda true
Actin' broke and hard about that bitch, I thought you kinda knew
He set that burner clean, I told him, 'Yeah,' but it was kinda you
Fuck that testimony, hate that roommate, get no kinda clue
If you ain't tryna fuck, then beat the block 'cause, bitch, I'm kinda rude
I'm young as fuck, richer than my opps, so that's good why she choosin'
Us keepin' me trippin', get too close and snap you out your Cuban
Hey, brodie, chill, we almost killed a fan
We gon' sell this work, run through your spot, can't clean no pots and pans
Perkies on me, bitch, I'm zooted
Harry pistol, got like thirty-some and we gon' use it
I ain't actin' for it, bitch, we funk for real, came off a deuce
He gon' act like brodie, step and hang with us and scared to shoot
'Cause we don't do attempts, light the city up when it's 'bout beef
Yeah, well, fuck who sayin' what, 'cause all my rabbits shoot 'bout me
Walk down and slam his ass, yeah, that kid could change the way he speak (I know)
I don't care if that's your bitch, 'cause over me, she sellin' cheeks
I like choppers, I like MACs (MACs), I like walkin' mixed with Act (yeah)
Y'all ain't hoes, we playin' size, ain't got no opps 'til we get back
I like rarities, I like vets (skrrt), I like droppers when they bent (bitch)
I got strikers, I got cats, a brand new Culinan, a new Vette (yeah)
No, for sure, they ain't know shit, bro came home and caught two hats (brr)
All that clout'll get shit whacked (you gon')
You gon' get knocked, you always lack
Made two milli' in my sleep, I got chili just like meats (big man)
Spent one fifty on my teeth, all white ice, look like sheets (cool)
Pop a thizzy, I be geeked, hit the Rizzy in two weeks (brr)
Stumped two fifty in my seat, richer milli' rolls than Peach (yeah)
Counted thousand up in huns (yeah), all the choppers come with drums (yeah)
Spend that drop, this shit be fun (yeah), bitch, I'm on a ten-year run (brr)
Got more dog shit than your cuz (what?), money older than your son (bitch)
I pop Percs and I pour mud (brr), purple Rover on twenty-ones, nigga
Parkies on me, bitch, I'm zooted
Every pistol, got like thirty-some and we gon' use it
I ain't actin' for it, bitch, we funk for real, came off a deuce
Nigga gon' act like bro, he steppin', hang with us and scared to shoot
'Cause we don't do a tint, light the city up when it's 'bout beef
Give a fuck who sayin' what
'Cause all my rappers shoot 'bout me, walk down and slam his ass
Yeah, that kid could change the way he speak
I don't care if that's your bitch, 'cause over me, she sellin' cheeks
Perkies on me, bitch, I'm zooted
Every pistol, got like thirty-some and we gon' use it
I ain't actin' for it, bitch, we funk for real, came off a deuce
He gon' act like brodie, step but hang with us and scared to shoot
'Cause we don't do attempts, light the city up when it's 'bout beef
Give a fuck who sayin' what
'Cause all my rappers shoot 'bout me, walk down and slam his ass
Yeah, that kick could change the way he speak
I don't care if that's your bitch, 'cause over me, she sellin' cheeks
And I done dipped in foreign coupes, I done did that Prezzy buss
I done washed you down on feet, and I done passed for eighty-plus
I done smashed you for a brick, I left shit leaking if they mug
And I done hit y'all one-step bitches
I done blew shit off with cups, go 'head and spank 'em then
All that woofin', bust your move
Rollie AP, Franco Cuban, Cartis foreign hoes and coupes
Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada, I'm a junkie for them tags
Dead bitch, I'ma pile 'em, go and ask, yeah, we spittin' for sure
Feel like a Crip, I barely trust my blood, bitch, go hit the bottle
Don't you ask if you can hit my cup
Hey bae, I'm zooted, please don't mind the mood
She like, 'Boy, you only come from pussy,' yeah, that's kinda true
Actin' broke and hard about that bitch, I thought you kinda knew
He set that burner clean, I told him, 'Yeah,' but it was kinda you
Fuck that testimony, hate that roommate, get no kinda clue
If you ain't tryna fuck, then beat the block 'cause, bitch, I'm kinda rude
I'm young as fuck, richer than my opps, so that's good why she choosin'
Us keepin' me trippin', get too close and snap you out your Cuban
Hey, brodie, chill, we almost killed a fan
We gon' sell this work, run through your spot, can't clean no pots and pans
Perkies on me, bitch, I'm zooted
Harry pistol, got like thirty-some and we gon' use it
I ain't actin' for it, bitch, we funk for real, came off a deuce
He gon' act like brodie, step and hang with us and scared to shoot
'Cause we don't do attempts, light the city up when it's 'bout beef
Yeah, well, fuck who sayin' what, 'cause all my rabbits shoot 'bout me
Walk down and slam his ass, yeah, that kid could change the way he speak (I know)
I don't care if that's your bitch, 'cause over me, she sellin' cheeks
I like choppers, I like MACs (MACs), I like walkin' mixed with Act (yeah)
Y'all ain't hoes, we playin' size, ain't got no opps 'til we get back
I like rarities, I like vets (skrrt), I like droppers when they bent (bitch)
I got strikers, I got cats, a brand new Culinan, a new Vette (yeah)
No, for sure, they ain't know shit, bro came home and caught two hats (brr)
All that clout'll get shit whacked (you gon')
You gon' get knocked, you always lack
Made two milli' in my sleep, I got chili just like meats (big man)
Spent one fifty on my teeth, all white ice, look like sheets (cool)
Pop a thizzy, I be geeked, hit the Rizzy in two weeks (brr)
Stumped two fifty in my seat, richer milli' rolls than Peach (yeah)
Counted thousand up in huns (yeah), all the choppers come with drums (yeah)
Spend that drop, this shit be fun (yeah), bitch, I'm on a ten-year run (brr)
Got more dog shit than your cuz (what?), money older than your son (bitch)
I pop Percs and I pour mud (brr), purple Rover on twenty-ones, nigga
Parkies on me, bitch, I'm zooted
Every pistol, got like thirty-some and we gon' use it
I ain't actin' for it, bitch, we funk for real, came off a deuce
Nigga gon' act like bro, he steppin', hang with us and scared to shoot
'Cause we don't do a tint, light the city up when it's 'bout beef
Give a fuck who sayin' what
'Cause all my rappers shoot 'bout me, walk down and slam his ass
Yeah, that kid could change the way he speak
I don't care if that's your bitch, 'cause over me, she sellin' cheeks
