Zoned Out lyrics

[Intro]
Know what I'm sayin', I just, uh
Close my eyes in the booth, right?
And this what happens, right?
Turn up slimeball

[Chorus]
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 n*ggas don't play
Dread head, mayday
If I'm the turtle, you the rabbit
And I'll still win the race
n*ggas beefin', they can have it
I'm gon' bust down the face
I'ma still keep a ratchet
Just in case they wanna play

[Verse 1]
If a n*gga think Lil Keed goin' down, that's a motherf*ckin' lie
Hottest young n*gga in the streets, flyest young n*gga in the sky
A n*gga can't match these rhymes
A n*gga can't match this drip
A n*gga can't match this style
Runnin' racks up and pop my sh*t
Tell a pus*y n*gga stop 'round
Gotta beat her lil back out
Sip the double cup 'til a n*gga pass out
n*gga know I'm the young GOAT, where the mountain?
She know the pus*y good, I get happy like a child
(yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah), she never runnin' her mouth
I'm dripped out year 'round, push start leavin' now
[Chorus]
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 n*ggas don't play
Dread head, mayday
If I'm the turtle, you the rabbit
And I'll still win the race
n*ggas beefin', they can have it
I'm gon' bust down the face
I'ma still keep a ratchet
Just in case they wanna play

[Verse 2]
n*gga better stay out my way
n*gga better stay out my face
No I don't kick fake sh*t 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 sh*t every day
Smoke big blunts, make the pain go away
No father and son time, ain't no birthdays
I'm in the studio gettin' 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 leakin'
Then I pass her ass to the clique
Then they gon' do the same thing
Now you know these b*tches ain't sh*t
[Chorus]
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 n*ggas don't play
Dread head, mayday
If I'm the turtle, you the rabbit
And I'll still win the race
n*ggas beefin', they can have it
I'm gon' bust down the face
I'ma still keep a ratchet
Just in case they wanna play

[Outro]
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