zimbo! - Synical! (feat. kaygee & Tristan Zarka) Lyrics

Shawty begging for the bag
The pussy was pitiful
Too many drugs inside my body
Yuh I feel synical (Yuh!)
F*ck a trip I pop a perc
I don't like visuals
All my opps dead I don't go quick
I make it miserable (Bitch!)

Shawty begging for the bag
The pussy was pitiful
Too many drugs inside my body
Yuh I feel synical (Yuh!)
F*ck a trip I pop a perc
I don't like visuals
All my opps dead I don't go quick
I make it miserable (Finish!)
(Woah, woah, bitch I'm cynical)

Like he said- I don't wanna talk
Bitch I'm cynical
Please say shit to my face
I like to get physical
I can't put two and two together
Been f*cked up since like 4
Watch said 30:68
So f*cking high I walk all 4s
I'm just stepping in the building
And the ground is f*cking shaking
Can't believe it, bitch I made it
To my plug before 10:80
Bitch my vision 720p
My blunt is in my lefty
I been trolling catch you later
I don't really need a whore

Leave lock the door
Keep it locked
I'm drinking more
I drink a lot
Until I (Stop)
Until I stop
Until I stop (Until I start)
I think I turned it up too much
I feel I'm high

Feel my problem
Can I give a f*ck
(I feel like, I feel like, I feel like burning up)
I give no f*cks
Time to turn it up
(If you not here to suck this dick then why u pullin' up)

Shawty begging for the bag
The pussy was pitiful
Too many drugs inside my body
Yuh I feel synical (Yh!)
F*ck a trip I pop a perc
I don't like visualsu
All my opps dead I don't go quick
I make it miserable (Bitch!)

Shawty begging for the bag
The pussy was pitiful
Too many drugs inside my body
Yuh I feel synical
F*ck a trip I pop a perc
I don't like visuals
All my opps dead I don't go quick
I make it miserable (Ahh!)

Remember I used to have nowhere to go
Nobody calling my phone
I had to struggle alone
So when I get rich
I did this shit on my own
Leave me alone
I don't know what you expect
You gotta show me respect
Chrome heart on my bitch
Boy you talking tough
Sending hollows through your neck

(Ya) Ya, ya
Hop in a Rarri, I'm making it serve
Too many percs, I'm slurring my words
Feeling her body she making me nervous
Ya
I just f*cked her out of service (Ah!)
No this ain't lust that pussy perfect
Ya
Ya I'm making money bitch I'm rocking bape
If I want your bitch I might nut on her face
Police behind me they must wanna race
I might have OCD, yeah
Perfection's all I make
Stuff like 10 racks in my Subi jeans
I like counting f*ck a bank

Feel my problem
Can I give a f*ck
(I feel like, I feel like, I feel like burning up)
I give no f*cks
Time to turn it up
(If you not here to suck this dick then why you pullin' up)

Shawty begging for the bag
The pussy was pitiful
Too many drugs inside my body
Yuh I feel synical (Yuh!)
F*ck a trip I pop a perc
I don't like visuals
All my opps dead I don't go quick
I make it miserable (Bitch!)

Shawty begging for the bag
The pussy was pitiful
Too many drugs inside my body
Yuh I feel synical (Yuh!)
F*ck a trip I pop a perc
I don't like visuals
All my opps dead I don't go quick
I make it miserable

And it is what it is
Take a pic
And give it up lil shawty
And I just need a fix
Ba-baby we can get naughty
Is that what you taught me
I said that I'm sorry
Cause is that what you want
And if that's what you want

Well then I'm done
Kicked you to the curb
And I never said enough
But I'm in love
Oh, so heavenly
Someone I can trust uh- uh- uh- uh
Nd oh FUCK
I've had enough
All these symptomatic problems
Are you running out of lust
And this ain't something you ain't ever do
But I keep going uh- u- up
And I keep running digits and you don't
That's cause you su- su- suck
And now I laugh when I'm winning
I got a smile, I keep grinning
And you got left out, yuh
Cause we know that