Zion lyrics

[Intro: Bankroll Freddie]
Hahaha, yeah
Mell

[Chorus: Bankroll Freddie]
Slam dunkin' P's like I'm Zion, huh
Might cop the Porsche, new Cayenne (Skrrt)
Gotta keep that fire, don't wanna die young, huh (Bah, bah)
Reachin' for my chain, you gon' die young (Kill 'em)
Not the wrong one, you got the right one (You got the right one)
Whoop a n*gga ass like I'm Tyson, huh (b*tch)
Copycat n*gga always bitin'
Alley-oop a ho and call it Zion, huh (Woo)
Slam dunkin' P's like I'm Zion, huh
Might cop the Porsche, new Cayenne, huh (Skrrt)
Gotta keep that fire, don't wanna die young, huh (Bah)
Reachin' for my chain, you gon' die young (Bah, bah)
Not the wrong one, you got the right one (You got the right one)
Whoop a n*gga ass like I'm Tyson, hmm
Copycat n*gga always bitin', hmm (Rrr)
Alley-oop a ho and call it Zion, ayy (Woo)

[Verse 1: Bankroll Freddie]
His b*tch wanna f*ck, I'ma slam her, huh (I'ma beat her)
Beat the pus*y up, I'ma ram her, huh (Woo)
Toke on a b*tch like a Camel, huh (Fact)
I'ma eat the pus*y like a scrambled egg
White and black b*tch like a panda, huh (Like a panda)
Give me both of 'em, I can handle, huh (I can handle that)
f*ckin' on a ho in Gucci sandals, huh (Future)
One leg up like an animal, huh (Nah)
Young fly n*gga gettin' head in the Sprinter (Wow)
I'm the type to put a hundred 'bows in the rental (Got the 'bows in)
Run the bag up from December to December (Run it up)
Lil' b*tch do whatever that I tell her, I'ma pimp her (I'ma pimp her)
Real trap n*gga, act your finest, huh (Trapper)
I'm a boss, baby, I'm your highness, huh (A king)
He say he gettin' money but he lyin', huh (Boy, you lyin')
Took his b*tch from him, now he cryin', huh (Hah)
We pass them hoes 'round like a ball, huh (Pass 'em 'round)
Burn her head, then I never call, huh (Never call)
Big pitbull, I'm a dog, huh (Rrr)
I just wanna get inside them jaws, huh (Uh-huh)
She suckin' on a n*gga like a Slurpee (Woo)
Hope her old man don't murk me (Ayy, don't kill me, man)
I beat the pus*y up on a Perky, yeah (Beat it up)
Now I gotta split, KD, Curry (I'm gone)
[Chorus: Bankroll Freddie & Lil Yachty]
Slam dunkin' P's like I'm Zion, huh
Might cop the Porsche, new Cayenne (Skrrt)
Gotta keep that fire, don't wanna die young, huh (Bah, bah)
Reachin' for my chain, you gon' die young (Kill 'em)
Not the wrong one, you got the right one (You got the right one)
Whoop a n*gga ass like I'm Tyson, huh (b*tch)
Copycat n*gga always bitin'
Alley-oop a ho and call it Zion, huh (Woo)
Slam dunkin' P's like I'm Zion, huh
Might cop the Porsche, new Cayenne, huh (Skrrt)
Gotta keep that fire, don't wanna die young, huh (Bah)
Reachin' for my chain and you gon' die young, huh (Bah, bah)
Not the wrong one, you got the right one, huh (You got the right one)
Whoop a n*gga ass like I'm Tyson, hmm
Copycat n*gga always bitin' (Boat)
Alley-oop a ho and call it Zion (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Limited di*k I'm givin' out (Givin' out)
Real rich n*gga cashin' out for your b*tch mouth
Allstate Boat, no sittin' out (Sittin' out)
Allstate boat, I'm too covered (Bee)
Two rubbers, f*ck her by the rain gutter (f*ck, f*ck)
Big boy chop got a light stutter (Click, click)
And I dress too fresh like a mint odor (True)
Thick brown b*tch, got her bent over (True)
He who is I gets down bad, too raw
My new b*tch, she's perfect, no flaw (Ooh)
And she stay low-key, not one blog
She smoke big boy blunts, roll tree logs (Bee)
And she does ride me like seesaw, yeehaw
I'ma get deep in that like a big lock
Used to be broke, cuttin' corners at the Big Lot
Now I get paid to get named after sea yachts
[Chorus: Bankroll Freddie & Lil Yachty]
Slam dunkin' P's like I'm Zion, huh (b*tch)
Might cop the Porsche, new Cayenne (Skrrt)
Gotta keep that fire, don't wanna die young, huh (Bah, bah)
Reachin' for my chain, you gon' die young (Kill 'em)
Not the wrong one, you got the right one (You got the right one)
Whoop a n*gga ass like I'm Tyson, huh (b*tch)
Copycat n*gga always bitin'
Alley-oop a ho and call it Zion, huh (Woo)
Slam dunkin' P's like I'm Zion, huh
Might cop the Porsche, new Cayenne, huh (Skrrt)
Gotta keep that fire, don't wanna die young, huh (Bah)
Reachin' for my chain, you gon' die young (Bah, bah)
Not the wrong one, you got the right one (You got the right one)
Whoop a n*gga ass like I'm Tyson, hmm
Copycat n*gga always bitin', hmm (Rrr)
Alley-oop a ho and call it Zion (Woo)