ZooWee Mama lyrics

[Intro]
(This sh*t gon' be crazy, Jack)
Come on
(Thanks, Yakree)
Okay

[Chorus]
n*gga, I might go and Dior my b*tch out today
Doctor f*cked up on her BBL, throw her ass away
I know a n*gga that rapped for ten years, he still ass today
n*gga, you might as well just stop

[Verse]
n*gga, if I'm on the block, bet a hundred I'm with Rock
Wear your protector on this b*tch, bro keep a hundred in his chop
I know how it feel down there, so I just one up to the top
Man, I been hittin' hoes, just go ask my mama
My left wrist like Frozone, my neck on zoo-wee mama
You got the cheese touch, back back, b*tch you got ugly problems
n*ggas wishin' they was me, man, you don't want these problems
You ain't got this swag, n*gga, you ain't worth them dollars
You don't keep no mag, n*gga, you ain't bust no collars
Can't take the hood out me, we in LA, still eatin' McDonalds
They askin' me why I started rappin', I just went and found it
I hit so many n*ggas' b*tches, as crazy as that sounded
I done got some weak head, but the pus*y astoundin'
Just threw a twenty in the strip, forgot to tip the bouncer
It look like Sketchers on my feet and my shirt Public Housing
My n*gga Five got a chop, it's 'bout knee-high
n*ggas don't start problems with us, n*gga, and you see why
This type of gas I'm smokin' on'll make a bee fly
She irritatin', I can't be 'round her 'less I be high
[Chorus]
n*gga, I might go and Dior my b*tch out today
Doctor f*cked up on her BBL, throw her ass away
I know a n*gga that rapped for ten years, he still ass today
n*gga, you might as well just stop