"ZOOT" lyrics
(feat. diamond*)
Let's go
She roll my zoot for me quick, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, she said her ex was smokin' boof, yeah, yeah, yeah
Woke up in a five, on the move, yeah, yeah, yeah (All di gyaldem)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, if you push up, come alone, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I'm L.A. pimpin' on Figueroa, yeah, yeah, yeah (Let's go)
Yeah, she wanna give it up, designer clothes, oh yeah, yeah
I hate you and your friends, tryna fuck you both (Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)
(Lord—)
In that 720S, I be switchin' lanes (Baow)
Fuck a bad bitch from the back, like to feel the pain (Like to feel the pain)
I be stylin', mix Cavalli with the Helmut Lang (Woo)
If that pussy disrespect, we gon' blow his brain (Baow)
Every time she on her period, she give me brain (Yeah)
How you rich, your partners broke? That's a fuckin' shame (Yeah, woo)
If that bitch don't let me fuck, I could never claim her (Lord— woah)
Niggas thinkin' that I'm pussy just 'cause I can sing ('Cause I can sing)
All of my guns are instruments, I let that chopper sing (Bling, bling, bling)
My bitch bringin' her friends, I need 'em both (I need 'em both)
VVS's and karats down her throat, uh (Uh-huh, woah)
I'm really pimpin', got hoes on every coast (Uh-huh)
My diamonds drippin', they wet, I need a coaster (Need a coaster)
I got your bitch in the crowd holdin' my poster (She love me)
I just broke the bitch heart, she need some closure (Let's go)
Big ass gun on my hip, don't need no holster (Bling, baow)
Yeah, I miss your pussy when I'm on the road (Pussy, let's go)
This a 5.56, I thought I told you (Boop-boop)
This some young Jesus shit, ain't got no ho (Okay)
I copped an Uber, baby, hit me when you close (When you close)
These niggas switchin' on me, baby, shit get cold (Shit get cold)
These bitches snitchin' on me till your shit get old (Let's go)
These bitches snitchin' on me till— (Okay)
(Let's go, brr, let's go)
She roll my zoot for me quick, yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh)
Yeah, she said her ex was smokin' boof, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Woke up in a five, on the move, yeah, yeah, yeah (Oh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Let's go)
Yeah, if you push up, come alone, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I'm L.A. pimpin' on Figueroa, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, she wanna give it up, designer clothes, oh yeah, yeah
I hate you and your friends, tryna fuck you both (Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)
Fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, fah (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
All di gyaldem
She roll my zoot for me quick, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, she said her ex was smokin' boof, yeah, yeah, yeah
Woke up in a five, on the move, yeah, yeah, yeah (All di gyaldem)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, if you push up, come alone, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I'm L.A. pimpin' on Figueroa, yeah, yeah, yeah (Let's go)
Yeah, she wanna give it up, designer clothes, oh yeah, yeah
I hate you and your friends, tryna fuck you both (Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)
(Lord—)
In that 720S, I be switchin' lanes (Baow)
Fuck a bad bitch from the back, like to feel the pain (Like to feel the pain)
I be stylin', mix Cavalli with the Helmut Lang (Woo)
If that pussy disrespect, we gon' blow his brain (Baow)
Every time she on her period, she give me brain (Yeah)
How you rich, your partners broke? That's a fuckin' shame (Yeah, woo)
If that bitch don't let me fuck, I could never claim her (Lord— woah)
Niggas thinkin' that I'm pussy just 'cause I can sing ('Cause I can sing)
All of my guns are instruments, I let that chopper sing (Bling, bling, bling)
My bitch bringin' her friends, I need 'em both (I need 'em both)
VVS's and karats down her throat, uh (Uh-huh, woah)
I'm really pimpin', got hoes on every coast (Uh-huh)
My diamonds drippin', they wet, I need a coaster (Need a coaster)
I got your bitch in the crowd holdin' my poster (She love me)
I just broke the bitch heart, she need some closure (Let's go)
Big ass gun on my hip, don't need no holster (Bling, baow)
Yeah, I miss your pussy when I'm on the road (Pussy, let's go)
This a 5.56, I thought I told you (Boop-boop)
This some young Jesus shit, ain't got no ho (Okay)
I copped an Uber, baby, hit me when you close (When you close)
These niggas switchin' on me, baby, shit get cold (Shit get cold)
These bitches snitchin' on me till your shit get old (Let's go)
These bitches snitchin' on me till— (Okay)
(Let's go, brr, let's go)
She roll my zoot for me quick, yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh)
Yeah, she said her ex was smokin' boof, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Woke up in a five, on the move, yeah, yeah, yeah (Oh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Let's go)
Yeah, if you push up, come alone, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I'm L.A. pimpin' on Figueroa, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, she wanna give it up, designer clothes, oh yeah, yeah
I hate you and your friends, tryna fuck you both (Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)
Fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, fah (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
All di gyaldem
