Lyrics
(Go)
(Bow!)
(Go)
I love you zen (go)
(Go)
Uh
Huh
Made a half a mil on music
And I still ain't got no deal
Pushin fye up on his temple, bitch
Yeah I'm settin' up that kill
**** love to hate on us
Until I shoot this bitch for real
Testify on me? bitch you know I got that Glockenspiel
Open up the glock case and shoot this bitch; banana peel
**** love to run and duck on opps like they the navy seal
Bitch I'm posted up with hella glocks if that's just how you feel
I got a hunnid bullets for a hunnid opps
If they tryna run down the field
Yea I got this keyless entry, yea this bitch is push-to-start
Catch 'em lackin' with his bitch, and we gon' wack em and his heart
Smokin' gas through the roof, that shit potent like a fart
Shoot this bitch off like a missle, shit gon' hit 'em like a dart
Snatchin' a fuck **** chain
One opp, im bussin' his brain
**** be hoes who don't put in pain
Off of the top, bitch, I'm goin' insane
I see a opp make 'em run like Usain
Ice on my neck like a tundra
Got my shit from Johnny Dang
You know what **** do for fame? (bitch)
Anything, to be honest
Shit (go)
(Bow!)
(Go)
(Go)
(Go)
(Uh)
(Huh)
(Made a half a mil on music)
(And I still ain't got no deal)
(Pushin fye up on his temple, bitch)
(Yeah I'm settin' up that kill)
(**** love to hate on us)
(Until I shoot this bitch for real)
(Testify on me? bitch you know I got that Glockenspiel)
(Open up the glock case and shoot this bitch; banana peel)
(**** love to run and duck on opps like they the navy seal)
(Bitch I'm posted up with hella glocks if that's just how you feel)
I got a hunnid bullets for a hunnid opps
(If they tryna run down the field)
I got cash on top of cash, im stackin' shit like dominoes
I got diamonds in my teeth, and bitch yes its VVS
Bullet holes go through his chest I'm sleepin' shit pajama clothes
I'll crash out about my bitch so say one thing, its adios
I'm kicking shit like Cobra Kai
I'm posted up, clutchin' that fye
My choppa love to sing so if it rain, bitch, you best run and hide
I don't got no time for these lame ****
So if you try me, bitch you gon' die
And no I'm not playin' with none of these ****
So if you try me bitch you gonna get fried
Bitch
I spray the glock across his crib
Put him to rest
Spray his crib up
Put them .556 and .45's through his chest
Aim that shit right for his shoulders
Watch that bitch go through his head
Shoot this bitch 'til it got westbrook in it, now he fuckin' dead
Not gon' lie, I feel like sosa, because everyone love Zen
I got 10 bands in cash, bitch thats 5k in each hand
If a **** always want beef, I got **** that'll do you in
I'll put a hit out on yo' ass, make that shit 47 bands bitch
Uh, aye
Uh (go)
(Bow!)
(Go)
(Go)
(Go)
Uh
Huh
Made a half a mil on music
And I still ain't got no deal
Pushin fye up on his temple, bitch
Yeah I'm settin' up that kill
**** love to hate on us
Until I shoot this bitch for real
Testify on me? bitch you know I got that Glockenspiel
Open up the glock case and shoot this bitch; banana peel
**** love to run and duck on opps like they the navy seal
Bitch I'm posted up with hella glocks if that's just how you feel
I got a hunnid bullets for a hunnid opps
If they tryna run down the field
Grrrahh!
Gltt!
Gltt!
Bow! bow!
Written by: Tavon Lord, ZenXx
