Polo G - Zooted Freestyle Lyrics
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    Zooted Freestyle

    Uh, uh, uh, uh
    Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh
    Uh, uh, uh, uh

    I work the pack, I was never over-the-stove whippin'
    Had to trap to make a way, this shit a cold business
    Boy, if you conversate with rats, might get a long sentence, uh
    Nina blow him kisses 'til his soul liftin'
    My lil' homie known for shootin' like he Cole Bennett
    Was just a shawty, off this check was fuckin' grown women
    My life a movie, all these bitches want a role in it
    The cloth I'm cut from was special, I wear my clothes different
    Lock in a booth, say I'm the GOAT for how I'm killin' tracks
    Bitch, just be grateful if you got a chance to witness that
    I fucked up the racks, went on the road, just to get it back
    Starin' in the mirror, still ain't met nobody realer yet
    Coward was that nigga, lost his soul, I remember that
    How you go on ten thousand drills, still ain't no killer yet?
    Three blicks in the whip and if they deep, then we got sticks for that
    They gon' have to outline his body like a silhouette
    What you know 'bout watchin' out for opps in a bullpen?
    Devil don't care 'bout your innocence, you will get lured in
    I might have a bed made in Hell for these newer sins
    I can't say I'm sorry 'bout some shit that I'm gon' do again
    We might pop out at your party, snuck them Rugers in
    Uh, them Glocks hot when my shooters spin
    Baby, we just set the tone, we don't do the trends
    I'm from where they tryna make a livin' off a two for ten
    Yeah, bitch, you know how we ro-o-o-ock
    Fuck with the gang, you'll get brutalized
    Please don't try to take my chain, boy, that's suicide
    Comin' straight from the slums, where it's do-or-die
    Now, how you gon' survive? Ain't nowhere you can hide
    For show, them troopers slide, hollows gon' chew his spine
    That glizzy'll bust, leave his noodles fried
    Is you with us or what? Better choose a side
    Don't sign up for this if you ain't 'bout it, this shit deadly
    Goofies talkin' 'bout that they outside, nigga, barely
    I got way too faded, seen the reaper but he spared me
    From the slimy ass block, where niggas real rarely
    Bein' broke and trusting snakes, the only thing that scare me
    If I hear that back door unlock, a nigga gettin' buried
    VVS my pendant, this shit hittin', check my clarity
    Got on and made donations in my hood, like a charity
    I been wreaking havoc, 'cause they never played it fair with me


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