Zooted Out

 

 

yea i be pullin up in my new whip wit my 4 X hellcat

Sold Sega games, his nigga cousin sold crack

all white but the Phantom is all black

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

Back-to-back packin' bags back and forth with fifty Jacks

87, brick fare, yeah, I’m talking fifty racks

i be zooted in space like my name is ZODIAC

sippin' on it, thought that it was cognac

Make a pussy nervous 'bout his life, he hypochondriac

Man, I came a long way from ounces out the laundromat

Serve a zombie somethin', make him wonder where his mommy at

Launderin' the money 'cause it's written in the stars, that my zodiac

All that bluffin' y'all was doin', gotta show me that

lil dolph, young Cas, in the trap house

Drawin' so much out the plugs, reasons why there's blackouts

Put the black strap inside of the Chevy box

My homie hid a kilo out the Betty Crock'

Bettin' on myself 'cause they contemplatin' tryin' me, they better not

I'm tryin' out this iron, leave 'em heavy shots

I send 'em to Heaven's gates, I'm a fuckin' opportunist

I go optimize the units and I dramatize the eulog'

Bullets penetrate, by my eyes they know I'm zooted

All my diamonds undiluted, all your wives could get recruited