Z06 Remix lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, yo, Ian)

[Verse 1]
Lil' shorty tryna f*ck on that lil' n*gga yvngxchris 'cause he stay with a Glocky
I can tell by the way she lookin' that she cannot suck di*k, but it's not even jockey
I don't know you, lil' n*gga, don't call me your twin
I'ma beat that lil' b*tch up again
And your b*tch wanna f*ck me, she love on my skin
On the block with the opps like, "Bruh, how you been?"
Goddamn, got your b*tch in the crib tryna f*ck on cam
On the block with the opps, so the Glock don't jam
How the f*ck is we sneaky linkin', but you postin' me all on your 'Gram?
And I don't even smoke on gas like that, but I'm really fiendin', n*gga, give me a gram
b*tch, I'm in the field, n*gga, like Cam
I'm not finna follow, you not shakin' ass on the spam
Like bro, what the f*ck is that?
And you don't got a Glock, so why the f*ck you thinkin' you bustin' back?
Cookin' that oven Act'
Why the f*ck did you think that she loyal? She shakin' that f*ckin' ass
Dumbass n*gga, I'm throwin' in her jalooper
They say I'm a God, they know I'm a trooper
These n*ggas be b*tches, Goofy Goober
My n*gga, what the f*ck rhymes with goober?
Haha, I don't even know, man
I take me a Xan and I throw up
Why the f*ck this b*tch keep on thinkin' that I'm her friend?
What the f*ck do I look like, Glo Up?
I hit that lil' b*tch from the back and her nose up
Got celibacy? b*tch, I'm givin' no f*cks
How the f*ck you posted with that Glock, you dead, b*tch, sh*t got no luck
[Interlude]
Y'all need to stop sleepin' on my n*gga Chris, that n*gga be goin' dummy, bruh
That man yvngxchris really out here, bruh, stop f*ckin' with that n*gga yvngxchris, 2021
Y'all better stop sleepin' on that boy yvngxchris, y'all know he takin' over

[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, my n*gga, you trippin'
I'm sippin' on Tech, b*tch, this not Lipton
They callin' me Jaden, I stay with a Smith &
I seen that lil' b*tch and I might put my di*k in
Erase that n*gga like my name FINLINCE!
Not cuffin' no b*tch, I'm keepin' my distance
I'm finna f*ck on that lil' bitty b*tch today, go to the next one
'Cause you know that a n*gga ain't worried 'bout these b*tches
Kankan, I'ma beat women
b*tch, I just got a brand new Hellcat (f*ck), I left my keys in it
And I just f*cked a seventy-six year-old granny like B. Simmons
I tried to put my di*k up in her pus*y, but I can't get hard, my meat trippin'
Damn, I got erectile dysfunction
She make her head blow like concussion
I make a *fart* like a whoopie cushion
Her pus*y deep, I'ma put my foot in (I'ma switch the flow, if y'all don't mind? Ahem)
My Glock is a thot, it's gon' f*ck you and your homie
Lil' b*tch, I'ma chef it, no f*ckin' ravioli
I'm finna f*ck on this b*tch for a goddamn night, then I'm passin' her to my homie
Damn, I slide with the choppa, I showed 'em my blue face, I had the ho sayin', "Holy moly"
Damn, got two twin Glocks, not talkin' bout Zack and Cody, finna aim at him, Mr. Moseby
Okay, that n*gga said that he had me with the b*tches, I swear to God, these ho's ugly
Damn, and I'm finna blow me a bag on this b*tch, so I'm finna be mad if she don't f*ck
b*tch, I know that my di*k a lil' short, but that sh*t really ballin', I don't even know much
Yeah, and I got a feet fetish, so I'm not finna f*ck on this ho if her toes ugly
Damn, yvngxchris too nice with the hoes, I can't even think of a b*tch that don't love me
[Outro]
Yessir, the f*ck, n*gga?
Stop f*ckin' playing with me, bruh
n*ggas know I'm f*ckin' goated in the mo'f*ckin' studio, n*gga, stop playin'
Haha, man