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[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Zoo Gang
Slatt

[Chorus]
Every time I ride around, b*tch, ridin' around with that pole, you know I ain't lackin' (Yeah)
b*tch, I'm finna do me a show, turn up on the stage, and collect my backend
I just met a b*tch from the hood and her ass so fat, I wanna f*ck her from the back-end
Everybody in my gang, they stand tall, n*ggas, we ain't doin' no ratting
I ain't have sh*t little n*gga, I was on that block I was out there trappin' (No cap)
I done had the percs, had the weed and the lean motherf*cker And I had that Crack in
I was on the block with the Glock all day lil n*gga I ain't doin' no lackin'
Let a opp slide through while I'm trappin'
Up the Glock and I'm goin' to get to clappin'
Pop a n*gga in rapid fashion
Keep that Glock on me it's fashion
pus*y boy don't make me mad!
Zoo Gang come through get the whacking!
Heem Lo that boy so bad! On bro that boy's an assassin
We be sliding on the opps with a passion
Kill that boy now that boy he past tense

[Verse]
I be getting to the racks No Baptist
More money in ya checks and ya taxes
Do it big motherf*cker I'm Jurassic
I be smokin on all different gasses
He a b*tch who the f*ck done gassed em'
I refuse to let a b*tch n*gga whack me
Slide through and hit a n*gga in traffic
Hop out with that motherf*ckin' ratchet
We gone show you lil n*ggas who gangsta
Put that lil boy in a box just like The Undertaker
These bullets gon' bake ya like the sun in Jamaica
We send that boy to ya maker
Young Pop, Yeah Im paid
I got some Glocks on the way
And a big box of them K's
The Zoo, they go crazy
We raisin' hell on them boys
We slidin' though every day
Yeah, all of my n*ggas they hittas, your n*ggas gone die cause we Killers yeah
n*ggas talk sh*t we don't feel that sh*t
My hitta came through and he split his wig
Young n*gga popping the realest sh*t
I know the real n*ggas feel this sh*t
b*tch, you know Pop, I'm as real as it gets
I gotta ride with the stick in this b*tch
[Chorus]
Every time I ride around, b*tch, ridin' around with that pole, you know I ain't lackin' (Yeah)
b*tch, I'm finna do me a show, turn up on the stage, and collect my backend
I just met a b*tch from the hood and her ass so fat, I wanna f*ck her from the back-end
Everybody in my gang, they stand tall, n*ggas, we ain't doin' no ratting
I ain't have sh*t little n*gga, I was on that block I was out there trappin' (No cap)
I done had the percs, had the weed and the lean motherf*cker And I had that Crack in
I was on the block with the Glock all day lil n*gga I ain't doin' no lackin'
Let a opp slide through while I'm trappin'
Up the Glock and I'm goin' to get to clappin'
Pop a n*gga in rapid fashion
Keep that Glock on me it's fashion
pus*y boy don't make me mad!
Zoo Gang come through get the whacking!
Heem Lo that boy so bad! On bro that boy's an assassin
We be sliding on the opps with a passion
Kill that boy now that boy he past tense

[Outro]
Zoo Gang