Lyrics Zoot Interlude - Zonouzi

Yo
Lil Zoot
I be like
Yo
Yo
Yo
Yo

Bitch I've already blown up (Blah)
I'm waiting for you to catch up (Catch up)
If you really want beef bitch
I can serve w it w ketchup
Say that I'm too much to handle (Handle)
If you choose me it's a gamble (Gamble)
I might rob you like sample
Make an example
Shots at the party, Rambo
But I don't run outta Ammo, bitch (Ammo)
We don't hide, move in camo yeah

Bitch I rap and I got wrap on the lambo
And then I play witcho like a bitch piano
Back to Tehran, That is where I cannot go
I wanna a Veyron, a Murcielago
Another a pound, so I can let go
Another round, to kill my ego

I know my words can very lethal
Where I'm from rap is illegal
Foot on the gas, ain't looking back
Prayin' to god that I don't lose the grip

Got a bad bitch
She call me daddy, she see the drip
She want my lip on her nip
She wanna suck on my tip
She wanna trip, and she wanna strip

Hung over, never sober uh
Rollin roller in my Range Rover uh
Tell that bitch to come over uh
Smoking jet fuel, breaking all the rules
Until I decide it's over uh

Bitch I grew up in the city
Where no body feel Pity
I was slaved by government when you was listening to Diddy
I was listening to gun shots when you was listening to fifty
Can't fuck witchu you if you needy
Can't fuck witchu if you greedy
So get the fuck outta my face bitch cause tonight I'm suckin' titties
Cause tonight I'm suckin' on titties

I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all be chasin', I replace them
I Respect OG's, y'all disgrace them
I make mistakes, I erase them
Y'all hop on waves, I create them
Make my homies rich, y'all betray them
I'm In my zone like BHM
Y'all stay off beat, no BPM
I stay on track like GPS
I sip on pint's like CVS
I'm rated G like PBS
Gas 10 a G for the Phineas
Shine bright, like VVS
The world in my hand like the DS
Talking Nintendo, idiots
So tedious

I'm smokin' extendo
My bitch like Chanel tho
Yo bitch look so hideous
That explain why you so furious
I'm too fast, you delirious
Life a joke, why you so serious
You can find me where the money is
Give a fuck about yo sorry mess
Like sorry miss

When you hear this put it on repeat
I feel like KID Acid, I can't be beat
Teach you a lesson, take a seat
Count yo blessings', fuck defeat
Being rich is mentality ho, stop stressin'
Just consider that Maybe
Maybe it's not that deep

I feel numb, cause I feel pain
I feel dumb, and I feel lame
I feel like I'm going insane
I feel like shooting my brain

But I know I gotta keep pushin'
I'm ready to fall, no cushion
Tell me who the fuck you think you shushin'
What is Failure
An illusion
Bitch