05 Mac - Zooties Lyrics

Big zooted when I'm in the cut, bad bitch roll my blunts
F*ck shit shit when I'm wit my Cuhz, ho get passed like runtz
Swerving in a Bentley truck, got congnac up in the cup
Smokin boof in the booth, you know I don't give a f*ck
Guessin' iss my dumb luck, wit yo momma f*cked up
You know what's up, yuh, in the Stu I f*ck it up
Shoutout all my bloodas, they know what's up, yuh
Nigga came from nothin, all my niggas up yuh
Grew up wit my OGs, I ain't like them lil chumps
We say f*ck the police, cross the street, we smoke a blunt like, mmh mmh
And them big bands, we count it up like, mmh mmh, yah yah
And them big bands, it got her stuck like
Mmh like damn, pulling out these stacks, stuck like a manniquen
She fly, yea she so bad, bad, bad, yea she f*ck wit Mac, me?, yea, yea and I throw this cash
And I'm still zooted when I'm in the cut, say I can't smoke, bitch iss big ol' blunts
That I be cheifin, diamonds yea they gleamin
Money got it scheming, but I ain't in a bimmer
Niggas they stay peepin, Bitches they stay creppin
Older woman wit me, and I'm smokin on that heavy
Bitch I'm feeling deadly, bitch I'm feeling ruthless
I jus want the heady, dick in her mouth like toothpicks
Gettin to the money iss to quick, gettin to the bag I'm to fast
Beef boutta a bitch I can't trip, boi you can have her back
Bad bitch wanna f*ck this, he mad cuz she want a Mac
Bad bitch she on like that, bad bitch gon roll it up that bad bitch gon count it up
Big zooted when I'm in the cut, say I can't smoke but I don't give a f*ck
Speaking on my name but you know that I'm untouched
Walking thru that door and my pockets yea they stuffed, stuffed up wit some cash
Balmains on my ass, bad bitch f*ck on Mac
All my bitches,and my bitches yea she got yams
And that bitch that wear all black, uh uh uh
Yea she wore all black like Mac
And she got the Mac in the bag uh, uh, uh
Iss the double c on that
Double cups we Sippin ack
Nother' couple thou' off a track
Bitch I done uped my money, I'm jus gon sip this muddy
My bitch on bad she a diva, hunnid bands and some reefer
This that shit that got you geekin, yo bitch only for the weekend
Why they nigga trippin? Cuz I don't hand out features
No not for the free, I done told yall, I'm the king
Wrist on Vvv's, got yo bitch, on her knees
Benjamin's stuffed in the jeans, can't tell you what's on my feet
They gon steal the swag, lil nigga tryn' get like me
Pulling up in that big body, yea I'm pulling up in that big body
Yea I'm pulling up that big body, yea I'm pulling up in that big body
Pulling up in that big body, rolling on some 22s
Bad bitch f*ckin' wit this, and she f*ck wit AceDeuce
Issa big Glock, this ain't a deuce deuce
Choppa a shitta, it smell like doo doos