ZOTiYAC - POSTOBON lyrics

I'm puttin' that High Tech in Postobon soda
That bitch
She still ride to the woods falling over
You talk on my gang
You better know that shit over got Glocks
I got shit that gon' have you in comas
I'mma pull up with Dracos machetes attached
I'mma COD sneak on that boy from the back
I got girls kill you, bitches try me
Have my back and these rappers hate on me
While I be relaxed
I need the bag, I don't need fame
Hopped out the Tesla, hopped out the plane
FaceTime my mom so she know that I'm safe
Then I make me some money
In less than three days
Your bitch got a Premium, I found out today
I'mma buy it then I'mma be on it today
I mean on it tonight, my CT she swerving
She said I want some Goyards I
Said get what you like
I'mma pull up with'98 sedan
Need me a GTR Nissan from Japan
I still got the same hoes from when I began
I need my wrist to be two-tone from Patek
I need my teeth to shine and be VVS
Show in Orlando, these locals got PS
I've been outrapping y'all since I was
They asked if I'm up next
They said bitch yes he is

I been flexin', they couldn't even call it
I made a band in a day, bitch I called it
All of these racks make your
Bitch wanna call it
And I'm hiding from niggas
Still stuck in the closet
I fucked that bitch when I
Knew she gon' swallow it
Loyalty W, you know she gon' follow it
Shit stay on my waist so you
Know it got hollow tips
I need the cash and you know I need all of it
She wanna boo up, I just wanna smash
Speed in the rain, off the drank
I might crash he say he got racks and
I say "What's the catch?"
"You just gotta kick in the
Door in the back" need some new clothes
Yeah might bring out the bands
Got a bad bitch, ass fat with a tan
Pull up to the spot, yeah I'm gone off a Xan
I move the pack, I'm the man with the plan
I told him take off, told him niggas go far
Shit in the back in the box with the jars
Hair real long, feel like a pop star
You know I'm Rotten, bitch I'm a Rot Star
My neck be shining, she think I'm the sun
Your bitch came with me cause
She wanna have fun
That boy he a bitch, he keep flashing his gun
They keep hitting my line cause
They know I'm the one

Uh uh, finna whip up the Whitney
I got mine on me, nine on me like blicky
Keep it 180, I keep it 150
Shit cracking daily
You can't keep her with me
Ay, I got a Wesson, a Smithy
He double-breasted, that mean he got titties
This ain't no regular glizzy
This motherfucker a threat to the city
I wet up your mama then wet up your biddy
I'm taking a trip like I'm Morty, you Ricky
That 40, that 50, that bitch leave you dizzy
I drop a fuck nigga then dance like P diddy
That shawty gon' come from the
Side and she shitty
I pull up on no funny shit, I ain't shitty
Think it's a blickity, this ain't no blicky
You make one move and get
Touched like I'm frisky
Walk in, security ain't even frisk me
Fucking with me, boy that shit'll be risky
Now I'm gone off the Wockhardt, nigga
Throwing bullets at your boxcar, nigga
Think he hard when my top hard, nigga
I hold the chopper like a rockstar, nigga
Blue and red beams, like a cop car, nigga
I see an opp, shoot the Glock far, nigga