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Lil Keed

Zoned Out

 

Zoned Out

(album: Trapped On Cleveland 2 - 2018)


(Know what I'm saying, I just, uh
Close my eyes in the booth, right?
And this what happens, right?
Turn up slimeball)

Yeah, all these hoes in my phone
I can't give her up, she my home
Stack that paper and I stretch it a mile long
Big blunts, double cups, in my zone
Real niggas don't play
Dread head, mayday
If I'm the turtle, you the rabbit
And I'll still win the race
Niggas beefing, they can have it
I'm gon' bust down the face
I'ma still keep a ratchet
Just in case they wanna play

If a nigga think Lil Keed going down, that's a motherfucking lie
Hottest young nigga in the streets, flyest young nigga in the sky
A nigga can't match these rhymes
A nigga can't match this drip
A nigga can't match this style
Running racks up and pop my shit
Tell a pussy nigga stop 'round
Gotta beat her lil back out
Sip the double cup 'til a nigga pass out
Nigga know I'm the young GOAT, where the mountain?
She know the pussy good, I get happy like a child
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah), she never running her mouth
I'm dripped out year 'round, push start leaving now

Yeah, all these hoes in my phone
I can't give her up, she my home
Stack that paper and I stretch it a mile long
Big blunts, double cups, in my zone
Real niggas don't play
Dread head, mayday
If I'm the turtle, you the rabbit
And I'll still win the race
Niggas beefing, they can have it
I'm gon' bust down the face
I'ma still keep a ratchet
Just in case they wanna play

Nigga better stay out my way
Nigga better stay out my face
No I don't kick fake shit one day
Then be friends next day
No I don't move that way
Sell a lot of D, we sold
I think 'bout that shit every day
Smoke big blunts, make the pain go away
No father and son time, ain't no birthdays
I'm in the studio getting it in
I already got a couple hits
Just tryna make my way to Billboard
I ain't say it was easy
I beat it down 'til she leaking
Then I pass her ass to the clique
Then they gon' do the same thing
Now you know these bitches ain't shit

Yeah, all these hoes in my phone
I can't give her up, she my home
Stack that paper and I stretch it a mile long
Big blunts, double cups, in my zone
Real niggas don't play
Dread head, mayday
If I'm the turtle, you the rabbit
And I'll still win the race
Niggas beefing, they can have it
I'm gon' bust down the face
I'ma still keep a ratchet
Just in case they wanna play

Just in case they wanna, just in case they wanna play
Just in case they wanna, just in case they wanna play
Just in case they wanna, just in case they wanna play
Just in case they wanna, just in case they wanna play

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