Keyless Entry.

(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 Niggas 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 Niggas 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 nigga chain One opp, im bussin' his brain Niggas 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 niggas 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) (Niggas 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) (Niggas 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 niggas So if you try me, bitch you gon' die And no I'm not playin' with none of these niggas 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 nigga always want beef, I got niggas 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 Niggas 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 Niggas 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!