Windwaker lyrics

[Verse 1: Zion Kuwonu]
All my sh*t is fitted
All my b*tches get it
Lately I'm feeling wicked
I guess I gotta admit it
I don't need to fit in
Tell 'em get out
Let it sink in
Aye girl what you drinking?
Let me know what you're thinkin'
I'm only into swingin'
To hits that I've been dealin'
I make her feel that feelin'
We exorcist the demons
I don't pledge allegiance
Still ball in the off season (off season)
I might have to call crodie
All my cousins coped Rollies
With a b*tch stressing about her ex
I won't remember what you told me (why would I?)
Soul singer killer likе I'm Jodeci
I bet you thought I wouldn't notice (I got pack)
Thought you was f*cking with thе old me

[Verse 2: Zion Kuwonu]
I got pack
I got some money don't know how to act
I'm moving doley don't know where I'm at
Rolling my blunt and I don't wanna match
I hate it I keep on saying it
Can't hit my spliff go get mild black
I ain't even take her out
I was shaking my head
While they smoking on shake
And she shaking that ass
Then she shake my hand
While I'm killing the cat
Shawty she tripping I can't even cap
Told her one night and she still tryna Mac
I'll only chill when I'm rolling in money
I'm running to money no I can't relax
Ima still get to the bank
Like it's f*ck what you think
Until I'm throwing up all of the cash
Can't really f*ck with these hoes
I be blowing the O's
In the back of the rolls
Ain't a cab
[Verse 3: Zion Kuwonu]
I got stars on the roof while they smokin' on boof
All these n*ggas they goose and they peaked
I don't lose
While I still get to choose
Even if I don't write the b*tch back
Ayy is what it is
Like they mad at the kid
And like still I don't give them a chance
Don't let them talk I don't give them no rants
Eat, eat, eat
Percy itch like a motherf*cking ant
And I do what they can't
And I told her “bae chill you don't need them implants”
And I told her “bae we could go chill out in France”
And I kick it like Rick's
And they broke still need racks
And I'm still finna crack that hoe open like act
And I'm still finna pin her on the wall like a tac
And I hit it again
And I'm running it back
Told y'all cracked that sh*t open
Well now that b*tch hatched
And I'm happy I'm thankful
So glad that you asked
We rolled them in a blunt
Now we smoking they ash
And a bad b*tch she gassing me
Kissing my ass
Where's Bryan?

[Verse 4: Bryansanon]
All my sh*t is fitted, hell no
All my sh*t go crazy, hell yeah
All my b*tches wavy
My main she look like Chloe Bailey
My side drive a black mercedes
And I get 'em both wet just like the navy
Coming straight up out of Haiti
Count up lots of cash up on the daily
Late night, yellow eyes just like a goat
Just spend a Honda Civic on the coat
Drink my kids like root beef float
I'll learn CPR so you don't choke
Me and Z got hoes up on the boat, yeah
Cut off the ones that do the most
Fast life got me going coast to coast
First class 'cause I'm never flying coach
Been had swag since I come out the womb
When I hop in that Tesla that b*tch go zoom
I don't care what might happen
I'm still the same dude
When the shoes way Dior
The shirt is Fruity Loom
When I aim for new heights
I'll probably reach the moon
Can't go through my phone
You'll probably see a hoe
Everything we do is hot
Just like it's june
Me and Z on the tape
It's probably coming soon