Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Zoticdagod
Performer
Afiz Bhadmos
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Afiz Bhadmos
Songwriter
Lyrics
Yea yea yea
We gone keep chasing money forever
If I profit I'm down with whatever
I come thru just to I fuck up your weather
I don't Think that I know that I'm better
I ain't fuck her I ain't even met her
That bitch lied on that pussy she evil
Different stones on the watch On the bezel
Different bitch out of state I won't settle
I get hot my wrist holding a kettle
I don't think it I know that I'm better
Quarter milli I need on a busy day
I maneuver go harder than yesterday
Yea I'm Zotic I'm it not no Jesus
Say whatever they Still won't believe us
Adrenaline nigga move like a cheetah
Fuck 'em niggas they wanna be divas
When I'm lit Ima triple the feature
Think it time to go up are you ready?
Drive the vet like a shit Is a Chevy
22's on a new type of Bentley
Aye
Ain't no nigga coming with swag that brought that's on god
Nigga tried to sell me out I'm bout to send the whole mob
Niggas pretend like they lit all that shit is a Facade
I'm the Dealer round this bitch I'm the one who pulled your card
I got ones who get it done nigga midnight or in the broad
Nigga tried to sell me out I'm bout to send the whole mob
Niggas pretend like they lit All that shit is a Facade
I'm the Dealer round this bitch I'm the one who pulled your card
I got ones who get it done nigga midnight or in the broad
Ima keep chasing money forever
If I profit I'm down with whatever
I come thru just to I fuck up your weather
I don't say it it I know that I'm better
Different stones on the watch On the bezel
Different bitch out of state I can't settle
I get hot my wrist holding a kettle
I don't say it I know that I'm better
Running shit nigga know Nigga Fettle
Palm angles With a mind of a devil
Take you out if I find you a cancer
How you solid? You don't know the answer
When I step out I step out regardless
You got clout doesn't mean you the hardest
Bougie bitch gave me head in the studio
Paint her Face all-round I'm a artist
Got the wrist on the wrist on retarded
Got yo bitch on yo bitch on my target
Running over the ops & imposters
All that trauma shit made me a monster
I'm the one you my son I'm yo father
I'm the goat all you niggas imposters
Ain't no nigga coming with swag that brought that's on god
Nigga tried to sell me out I'm bout to send the whole mob
Niggas pretend like they lit All that shit is a Facade
I'm the Dealer round this bitch I'm the one who pulled your card
I got ones who get it done nigga midnight or in the broad
Nigga tried to sell me out I'm bout to send the whole mob
Niggas pretend like they lit All that shit is a Facade
I'm the Dealer round this bitch I'm the one who pulled your card
I got ones who get it done nigga midnight or in the broad
Writer(s): Afiz Bhadmos
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