Self Produced by ZaddyOc Lyrics

Intro:
It’s Zaddy in this shit
Let’s go


Verse:
Niggas wanna go Pro – Hall of Fame
But they don’t wanna work, it’s a false claim
All you fakes near me, I had to switch lanes
Hit the bitch out the park, that’s a ball game
Pullin’ up from deep like I’m Curry
Rushin’ to the Guap, bitch I gotta hurry
Baggin’ all the M’s like I’m Maury
House came with Kamado - no Zuri
I’m drippin’ with the shit that they envy
Drop top off the coupe – it’s a Bently
Still gettin’ hot – no Nelly
Go crazy for the night – got a Telly
Ballin’ on these niggas like the rockets
Rashes from your chain, boi you need to stop it
She’s breakin’ her legs – no Lokket
Feel like Roger racks fallin’ out the pocket
Came in the game, so I gotta win
Dash on 200 so you know I got the tints
Drivin’ a Mustang while I’m drivin’ on the Benz
Iced out chain, with the Cartier Lenz
Aye it’s zaddy in the shit
If yo bitch listenin’: It’s daddy in this shit
Broke boys fuckin’ stay eyin’ my shit
Stay hatin’ and I’m tired of this shit aye
Ballin’ on these niggas like the rockets
Rashes from your chain, boi you need to stop it
She’s breakin’ her legs – no Lokket
Feel like Roger racks fallin’ out the pocket