Zoo

[Sheff G:]
Look, look
Trap out the Puma or Fila
Who gone do what? Nigga, he lied
I don't know much about these guys
I've been planning on drilling since knee-high
Trapping I smell like a zoo
Animal crew, used to at grandma house too
Plotting, I'm blocking they views
They see my moves
They think I'm doing voodoo
Like got the rush grip the clutch going insane
Where any niggas see me
Niggas bluff, they ain't tough, they Usain
Bolt-ing
I almost hit it like a dolphin
Niggas never wanna see young nigga just shine, just shine, live life in abundance
So I only wanna hear who shot, who knocked, who dead
How stories deduct him
And I'm stuck in my ways
Like who did what, that ain't get touched, they all got stretched on pavements
Run up, get brrrt, shooters get brrrt
Street niggas, no ones safe
Niggas be drilling to get this shit
Chat about shooting on accident
I stay with it like Ratchet and Clank
Like, like, like, like who got touched after that
Shooter gang
Irritate shooters they go out polluting the streets, we move it gang
On the block in the city
Where the niggas get gut like a piggy
Look, on the blocks, in the bush
Where the niggas get shot for the kush
Plenty
I don't trust many, men
Done [?] at many men
Billy done [?] at many men
They run like ginger men
Spread the bread
Share the cash, saucing in class
Puma fit for the fashion
Remember days speeding in stolley's crashing
Free the guys shit was classic
Sick of me, sick of me me bitch
I know they sick of me but can't get rid of me bitch
Chase him get beat off the strip
Pray that he trip
Trip him, we turn him to spliffs
Busting them shots, duck it fast, moving off gas
Remember I could've got blast
Ambulance speed up the miles on the dash
Shovel and pick up they ass
Front on me, no one
I get the drop then we scoring, we pouring
Stretch out the block, we gon' floor 'em
Hop in the V, load and repeat
You think that you scoring, don't make a move
We could make you important like daily news
That.40 robotic, be making tunes
But that clip got more bass than a Metro Boom
Still them niggas turn reporters what you brand 'em?
How could I beef with a enemy if they turn reporters what you brand 'em?
Look
How could I [?], at my enemies if they turn reporters what you brand 'em?
How could I shoot at my enemies if they turn reporters what you brand 'em?
Never will I understand 'em, damn them

[Taze:]
Should've rid when you got that drop
I'm done with these opps
Block that bitch, I'm done with these thots
Cut my hair, I'm done with these knots
Skid up, grab man
My old bitch love mad man
My new ting love rolling with lab man (I love it)
Budum, budum boom, jeet and bam bam, yes
Jeet and babies
Love see them man I go brazy
Chase him then go chat to his lady (Yo)
Bedroom bully, gyal rate me, slate me
Would've thought the bitch did hate me
Saw dem man there try drop it
Man mash work, that ain't no gossip
Sweet one, see it and lock it
Brow skin, coolie, gyallie too tropic
Take a seat on my engine, engine
Arch ya back, let it bend in, bend in
Look I should of got a sentence
Praise the Lord for repentance
Violate, I'm stepping with vengeance
Barebacked while I should've used protection (shit)
Should've used contraception
You can't have my kid, did I mention (bitch)
Run with your shank, brilliant dripping
Missed him, but I got his sibling
Long one dripping, dripping, dripping (whoosh)
Left his brodie there kipping
MB living, head get filling
Bitch just twerk and stop bitching
Told him listen, he didn't listen
Now I gotta get scarf for the mittens