Zone ft. Ferrero Lyrics

(Goontex)

Yeah, that lil' ho rachet, left her lone (Let's go)

Hit up Saks Fifth, got some brand new Vlone

Lot of motherfuckers plotting on me, got they target zone

Feeling like I'm Faygo, shorty told me I'm gone blow

Shorty want it, yeah, hitting on my phone, woah

Double-sided, but she don't got a clone, woah

Way you been acting, you not really grown, woah

That boy talking down on us, we gone leave him lone

Way she hitting on my line

Digging shorty, really fine

Told me I'm a star, but I don't believe in all the signs

Feel like I'm one of a kind

Feel like I been out of time, yeah

8 months of pain, I been still on my grind, yeah

(Woah, woah)

We really running it up

Don't really give no fucks, no, got me a couple of bucks

Feeling too presidential, yuh, bitch I feel like Slump

They was praying down on me, now they can't fuck with us

These hoes thinking that they famous, yeah, they ain't even made it

They ain't even made it, yeah, cause they really faking

Every bitch the same thing (Same thing, yeah, let's go)

Yeah, that lil' ho rachet, left her lone (Let's go)

Hit up Saks Fifth, got some brand new Vlone

Lot of motherfuckers plotting on me, got they target zone

Feeling like I'm Faygo, shorty told me I'm gone blow

Shorty want it, yeah, hitting on my phone, woah

Double-sided, but she don't got a clone, woah

Way you been acting, you not really grown, woah

That boy talking down on us, we gone leave him lone

Yeah, woah

We in that 'Mazi, we in that front seat

He talking hot on the Net, tackle that nigga like we playing rugby

I cannot fuck with these hoes, they be so dirty and they be so dusty

I'm finna up that lil' choppa, that nigga, we doing that nigga so dirty

I be swerving, might just crash

Had to get me a lil' bag

I had to get me some money man, I had to get off, and get off, and get off my ass

Me and Farell we hop up in New York so you know we going, we going too fast

Bitch I'm tired, you is a lame

Smoking that herb bitch, I'm smoking this Thrax

These hoes thinking that they famous, yeah, they ain't even made it

They ain't even made it, yeah, cause they really faking (Huh, yeah)

Every bitch the same thing (Huh, yeah, same thing)

Yeah, that lil' ho rachet, left her lone (let's go)

Hit up Saks Fifth, got some brand new Vlone

Lot of motherfuckers plotting on me, got they target zone

Feeling like I'm Faygo, shorty told me I'm gone blow

Shorty want it, yeah, hitting on my phone, woah

Double-sided, but she don't got a clone, woah

Way you been acting, you not really grown, woah

That boy talking down on us, we gone leave him lone (Leave him lone)