Self Produced lyrics

Intro:
It’s Zaddy in this sh*t
Let’s go


Verse:
n*ggas wanna go Pro – Hall of Fame
But they don’t wanna work, it’s a false claim
All you fakes near me, I had to switch lanes
Hit the b*tch out the park, that’s a ball game
Pullin’ up from deep like I’m Curry
Rushin’ to the Guap, b*tch I gotta hurry
Baggin’ all the M’s like I’m Maury
House came with Kamado - no Zuri
I’m drippin’ with the sh*t that they envy
Drop top off the coupe – it’s a Bently
Still gettin’ hot – no Nelly
Go crazy for the night – got a Telly
Ballin’ on these n*ggas like the rockets
Rashes from your chain, boi you need to stop it
She’s breakin’ her legs – no Lokket
Feel like Roger racks fallin’ out the pocket
Came in the game, so I gotta win
Dash on 200 so you know I got the tints
Drivin’ a Mustang while I’m drivin’ on the Benz
Iced out chain, with the Cartier Lenz
Aye it’s zaddy in the sh*t
If yo b*tch listenin’: It’s daddy in this sh*t
Broke boys f*ckin’ stay eyin’ my sh*t
Stay hatin’ and I’m tired of this sh*t aye
Ballin’ on these n*ggas like the rockets
Rashes from your chain, boi you need to stop it
She’s breakin’ her legs – no Lokket
Feel like Roger racks fallin’ out the pocket