They hop on my back, so they paying a tax
It’s nine in the morning, just made me a rack
All on the internet talking that cap
I see ’em in person, they taking it back
Add up the zeros, i’m making ’em stack
You think you the hero, i’m thinking you wack
Robert dinero, i know it’s an act
Lil’ b#tch, i’m the zodiac killing the tracks
Flights out cabo, yeah i take a vacation
Talkin’ el chapo, i been serving to the nation
Dancing to the mambo, got a twerking lil’ blasion
Two piece combo, eat her like a taco
In the motherf#ckin’ tahoe, i ain’t ask, she just gave it
Keep this sh#t a hunnid, i ain’t ever have to fake it
Dropping off thе hunnids, i been motherf#ckin’ banking
f#ck, keep me a bag like it’s kankеn
Step back, swish, i ain’t ever have to bank it
Step back, b#tch, why you getting in my facing
I been seeing worse through the motherf#ckin’ lasic
Bought a hoe a purse, but the hoe still basic
They hop on my back, so they paying a tax
It’s nine in the morning, just made me a rack
All on the internet talking that cap
I see ’em in person, they taking it back
Add up the zeros, i’m making ’em stack
You think you the hero, i’m thinking you wack
Robert dinero, i know it’s an act
Lil’ b#tch, i’m the zodiac killing the tracks
She askin’ my zodiac
b#tch, this is life on the deck, i’m just tryna bring cody back
Bring me the cake like it’s motherf#ckin’ kodiak
Been in the field like a motherf#ckin’ quarterback
Throw him a dime bag, he ain’t got no quarter sack
Ain’t spinning blocks like a motherf#ckin’ coldasack
They stabbing my back with a motherf#ckin’ shoulder tap
Look, i don’t need receipts, if you want, you can fax me
Rap like i’m drake, but i’m way past degrassi
Thick little stallion like megan, she nasty
I ain’t do uber, i call her a taxi
She pulling me in, suck my dick in the backseat
This sh#t god-given, just like an athlete
Hit like i’m robinson, motherf#ckin’ jackie
Run up them numbers, like motherf#ckin’ track meets
Sometimes, i spit real sh#t that listen and feel sh#t
But switch up the tone, i’ll still kill me a trap beat
They hop on my back, so they paying a tax
It’s nine in the morning, just made me a rack
All on the internet talking that cap
I see ’em in person, they taking it back
Add up the zeros, i’m making ’em stack
You think you the hero, i’m thinking you wack
Robert dinero, i know it’s an act
Lil’ b#tch, i’m the zodiac killing the tracks
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