Mad Zooted lyrics

[Intro]
(Huh, hmm, hmm, hmm)
(I get mad zooted, I got this bad thing)
In the booth, I'm gettin' activated (Huh, huh, huh)
(I get mad zooted, I got this bad thing I recruited)
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Mh, mh, mh, mh, mh

[Verse 1]
In the booth, I'm gettin' activated
I get hella faded
All these Percs, b*tch, I'm medicatin' (Huh, huh, huh)
You want smoke? You'll evaporate
When I was down, they ain't call, now it's congratulations
Now I know they haters hatin'
All these hoes, they gravitatin'
P80 jammed, I should've known how the mag was shakin' (Huh)
pus*y, better catch a hat, why you rappin' 'bout it?
Really in the trenches, how I live, they gon' rap about 'em
Wе heard that boy got a problem, we gon' slap it out him (Slap)
In thе booth with my fye, I can't rap without it
Posted on the porch, makin' plays like the NBA
Fine sh*t, take her to the telly, don't know where I stay
I'ma beat her back and she don't even beat her face
I can't have her around, she don't even know her place
[Verse 2]
Smokin' on this zoobie, I been pourin' red like rubies, huh (Pourin' red)
I'm a dog like Scooby, f*ck that, I'm a dog like Rudy, huh
Thick ho, got that super coochie, beatin' up her booty, huh
I don't give no f*ck, but it's gon' kill her if she lose me (Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh)

[Verse 3]
We got twenty hoes drinkin' Hennessy, before I touched the mic'
Unc', he in the kitchen, playin' with ice, like he walk away
Use to have to take the city, boy, now I'm takin' flights
I don't like no handout, they always tryna take a bite
Wigga brought the chopper home, I just told him, "Take a bite"
I been thinkin' 'bout all my wrong, been tryna make 'em right
If I never made a song, probably wouldn't love my life
If I never made a song, probably still be in the trap
Hit my phone, by the lo', I'm already on a route
[?] when they sayin' it's a drought
I ain't name drop at all, I ain't givin' off no clout
Since a youngin', puttin' belt to ass on the playground
I be gettin' bag off, talkin' 'bout no Sprayground
Better get a work or somethin', ain't no time to play around
Slime threw the K, all you heard was a "K" sound
Pop out, micro Drac', 7.62 eat his face, huh
Little bands, all like the diamonds, [?], huh
Takin' these Percs, b*tch, I've been poppin', I can't feel my face (Huh)
And where I go, they mad as f*ck, because my double stank
[Verse 4]
Blonde b*tch, a ten, b*tch, tonight I'm goin' Super Saiyan
I might be a white boy, but them crackers don't know what I'm sayin' (At all)
Smokin' on that Pac-Man, huh, b*tch, I'm goin' ghost
Whenever that pack land, huh, b*tch, I do the most (b*tch, I do the most)
Now I'm textin' everybody on my burner phone (On my burner phone)
Bust that pack down, bag it up, then get it gone, huh (Get it gone)
Drop a bag, get 'em bagged up, and get 'em gone (Get 'em gone)
b*tch, I'm rollin' with the mob, better watch your tone

[Outro]
Huh, huh, huh
Better watch your tone
Huh, better watch your tone
We was screamin', "Free Three", ain't no more (Uh, yeah)
We was screamin', "Free Three", ain't no more, "Free Three" (Huh, huh, huh)
Ain't no more, "Free Three" (Huh, uh, uh)
Ain't no more, "Free Three