Fetty Wap

"King Zoo"

[Intro]
Yeah, Zoovie, King Zoo

[Verse 1: Fetty Wap]
King Zoo, I got the gang in this b*tch
.223s in the clip, try the gang he get hit
Yeah I just pulled up the to stain with the stick
Yeah, walking around with thigh pads, b*tch I'm rich
Yeah, feeling like I'm Rick James in this b*tch
Yeah, I'ma let my chain hang in this b*tch
Yeah, ain't gonna take a damn thing in this b*tch
Yeah, and I just might make it rain for a b*tch
Yeah, he'll do anything for a b*tch
Yeah, she'll do anything that Zoovie tell her
Yeah, I told her hit the blunt like Ian Helling
Yeah, he ain't know its angel dust what he inhalin'
Yeah, get caught with the stick cause he a felon
Yeah, and that 1055, I bought 11
Yeah, we just the damn lick so we up, huh
Yeah, we jumping out of vans, better duck, huh
Yeah, tryna suck me in the Benz before we f*ck, huh
And you a nasty lil b*tch, don't give a f*ck, huh
Now you and your nasty lil friends getting f*cked, huh
And black and mild ass n*ggas leave you stuck, huh
Yeah, said the f*ck with you, they don't give a f*ck, huh
And n*ggas run on Zoovie getting bust, huh
Yeah, it's either them or it's us, huh
Yeah, got it coming off the truck, huh
And lately I've been having luck, huh
Yeah, remember having to take the bus, huh
Now I can buy a f*cking bus, huh
Yeah, money coming by the sh*t load, huh
I put the molly in her sh*t hole, huh
And watch it light up like a disco, huh
And she be all over the di*k though, huh
And she everywhere this di*k go, huh
I think I'm bout to let this b*tch know, huh
I think I'm bout to let this b*tch go, huh
Zoovie Zoo, I got a bankroll, huh
Papa Smurf, blue bands n*gga

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Woah, lotta motherf*cking blue cheese
Woah, lotta motherf*cking .223s
Woah, chopper kicking like Bruce Lee
Woah, want a verse n*gga call key
Woah, Young Savage got that Fetty Wap
Woah, Young Savage got a lot of Glocks
Woah, Young Savage scraped a lot of pots
Woah, Young Savage get your ass shot
Woah, and I'm bringing gangster rap back
Ain't no raps in my backpack
No, I got a Mac in my backpack
I pull this f*cker out you better back back
Woah, 100 round drum in that sh*t, n*gga
Woah, 100 round drum in your b*tch, n*gga
Woah, pull up at you n*ggas spot, huh
Woah, you n*ggas running from the cops, huh?
Looking for me? I'm in Zone 6
You n*ggas know that you ain't own sh*t
You lil di*k jumping n*gga, you can't clone this
Every b*tch in the city wanna jump on this
Uh, stick sweeping like a broom stick
21, 21, 21, my Metro used to boom b*tch
I hit your sister, you were sleeping in the room b*tch
I woulda bust you if you came out on that goon sh*t

[Outro]
Skrt-skrt-skrt, skrt-skrt-skrt

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