Zoo Gang Soldiers lyrics

[Intro: OT7 Quanny]
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
Huh

[Verse 1: OT7 Quanny]
I just ran through fifty cash, n*gga, you waitin' on Friday (Yeah, you waitin' on Friday)
She said she want n*ggas with some money, send her my way (Send her my way)
Have her biddin' on the road with so much cash, she was nervous
n*gga, why the f*ck you want my number? You ain't tryna purchase (You ain't tryna purchase)
My b*tch found out I f*cked your b*tch, now she mad (Now she mad)
It ain't sh*t, I'm a boss, I changed her mood and bought her bag (I bought her bag)
A hundred racks to turn this robbery to a homicide (A hundred racks)
He think I'm the pizza man but when he come out, he gon' die (When he come out, he gon' die)
n*gga, you ain't gettin' money, I think you should stop it (You should stop it)
How the f*ck I fit twenty grand in my pocket?
Heard you can't keep a b*tch, n*gga, 'cause you broke ('Cause you broke)
Press a button, this b*tch do just I say like a remote (Just like, ahaha)
n*ggas talkin' crazy, thirty clip look like a rope (Thirty clip, like, what you say?)
b*tch, I'm super hot, yeah, I think I seen a ghost
They said "What's his name?" died, hold up, bro, let's make a toast
I just met a 'migo, he got the "shh," his name Los
Brand new F.N. Five-seveN in my Louis coat (How you get it in?)
Swimmin' with them sharks, boy, you better not get ate
I be in the field catchin' plays, [?]
Ran out of shoe boxes, think it's time to buy a safe (Run it up)
Better lace your cleats, pus*y, and you better not lack
'Cause if you slip once, we gon' book you for the sack
Only thing I ever wanted was some f*ckin' racks
And once we say it's up, we put you up, it ain't no comin' back
And if we talkin' scores, pus*y, go and check the stats
I know you heard about the last two got played, got strapped
I know n*ggas from the A' playin' with birds like [?]
I just left the Louis store and I spent like 12 flat
I just poured four ounces now I'm sleep walkin'
I was out, Miami, b*tches naked in the 'Rarri
This the Playboy Mansion, thirty b*tches in the spot
n*gga, I'm a boss, I spent a stack on my socks (sh*t was light, uh-uh)
[Verse 2: Poundside Pop]
I be runnin' with them Zoo Gang soldiers, I be with some juveniles, they ain't from the 'Nolia
Yeah, this Glock get to poppin' like a toaster, got my b*tches movin' bags, put 'em in a Rover
Bullet hit 'em in his head, pop right out his shoulders
n*ggas talkin' 'bout what he did, we ain't even notice
pus*y n*gga gon' be dead, playin' 'bout that Rollie
Me and Quanny ballin' on these n*ggas, Shaq' and Kobe (Swish), yeah
Boy, your favorite rapper, he's a fed, all my n*ggas sellin' work, n*gga, f*ck the feds
Baby, I don't wanna f*ck you, I just want the head
n*gga, I been sippin' purple, I don't want the red
All these b*tches 'round the gang tryna steal the lingo
Smokin' Cha Runtz, b*tch, that's all the gang smoke
b*tch, this money grow on trees, [?] like chainsmoke
n*gga doin' that wolfin', he don't no smoke
Talkin' like a shooter, boy, we know that you don't tote
Chiefy come through like Max Payne, shot 'em slow-mo
Chiefy come through like Max Payne, shot 'em slow-mo