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Lil Keed – Zoned Out Lyrics

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Know what Im sayin, I just, uh
Close my eyes in the booth, right?
Man, knew what happened right?
Turn up slimeball

Yeah, all these hoes in my phone
I cant give her up, she my home
Stack that paper and I stretch it a mile long
Big blunts, double cups, in my zone
Real niggas dont play
Dread head, mayday
If Im the turtle, you the rabbit
And Ill still win the race
Niggas beefin, they can have it
Im gon bust down the face
Ima still keep a ratchet
Just in case they wanna play

If a nigga think Lil Keed goin down, thats a motherfuckin lie
Hide your nigga in the street
Find your nigga in the sky
A nigga cant match these rhymes
A nigga cant match this drip
A nigga cant match this style
Runnin racks up and pop my shit
Tell a pussy nigga stop round
Gotta beat her lil back out
Sip the double cup til a nigga pass out
Nigga know Im the young GOAT, wear them out
She know the pussy good, I get happy like a child
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah, she never runnin her mouth
Im dripped out year round, push start leavin now

Yeah, all these hoes in my phone
I cant give her up, she my home
Stack that paper and I stretch it a mile long
Big blunts, double cups, in my zone
Real niggas dont play
Dread head, mayday
If Im the turtle, you the rabbit
And Ill still win the race
Niggas beefin, they can have it
Im gon bust down the face
Ima still keep a ratchet
Just in case they wanna play

Nigga better stay out my way
Nigga better stay out my face
No I dont kick fake shit one day
Then be friends next day
No I dont move that way
Sell a lot of D, we sold
I think bout that shit every day
Smoke big blunts, make the pain go away
No father and son time, aint no birthdays
Im in the studio gettin it in
I already got a couple hits
Just tryna make my way to Billboard
I aint say it was easy
I beat it down til she leakin
Then I pass her ass to the clique
Then they gon do the same thing
Now you know these bitches aint shit

Yeah, all these hoes in my phone
I cant give her up, she my home
Stack that paper and I stretch it a mile long
Big blunts, double cups, in my zone
Real niggas dont play
Dread head, mayday
If Im the turtle, you the rabbit
And Ill still win the race
Niggas beefin, they can have it
Im gon bust down the face
Ima still keep a ratchet
Just in case they wanna play

Just in case they wanna, just in case they wanna play
Just in case they wanna, just in case they wanna play
Just in case they wanna, just in case they wanna play
Just in case they wanna, just in case they wanna play

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