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Zach Farlow
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Who We Are
Keep a roll like it's sushi
Puerto Ricans and Cubans
We in the 'vette making movies
I turned your bitch to a groupie
It ain't my fault that she choosin'
I drop the top and went cruisin'
I drop that bih like a hooptie
We smokin' shit, turn you stupid
And now we gone, these bitches call my phone
Ain't got the time to deal with her
What you think we playin' cards?
Can't tell nobody 'Be real with you'
You fucking with a star
Me and Metro in the building
Bitch you know who we are
Bitch you know who we are
(1)
We in the club rolling Swishers
Fill the whole room with smoke
Big shoutout to your sister she shoved the dick down her throat
So many drugs in my system the kid just might overdose
They feel my presence like Christmas the microphone filled with snow
Bitch I'm the man now
Spit so much heat I need a camo
So focused that I need a camera (Zoom in)
So many hoes they call me Santa (It's Zach Baby)
They tell me wait til you make it
Not to say 'Killers are patient'
It's either tell them they hating
Just from the looks of they faces
So many nights in the studio
Blowing smoke with the Haitians
And this shit levels increasing
I swear my heart steady raising
Just...
Keep a roll like it's sushi
Puerto Ricans and Cubans
We in the 'vette making movies
I turned your bitch to a groupie
It ain't my fault that she choosin'
I drop the top and went cruisin'
I drop that bih like a hooptie
We smokin' shit, turn you stupid
And now we gone, these bitches call my phone
Ain't got the time to deal with her
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What you think we playin' cards?
Can't tell nobody 'Be real with you'
You fucking with a star
Me and Metro in the building
Bitch you know who we are
Bitch you know who we are
(2)
I took her straight to the top
And left her prints on the moon
I took your bitch to the mall
And they escorted through
I swear all I do is ball
I turned the mic to a hoop
Can't let no groupie or hater
Come nowhere me and my groove
Cause I'm the man now
I'm bout to blow in a minute
I see they hands out
There no more fucks to be given
I need a time bomb
Cut it for they know I'm a menace
I smash your hoe, hid my millions
All in her mouth we all did this alone
I had a vision it started back home
And now we here for that switch and we on
No time for love leave your feelings at home
No turning back cause bitch I'm too far gone
Keep a roll like it's sushi
Puerto Ricans and Cubans
We in the 'vette making movies
I turned your bitch to a groupie
It ain't my fault that she choosin'
I drop the top and went cruisin'
I drop that bih like a hooptie
We smokin' shit, turn you stupid
And now we gone, these bitches call my phone
Ain't got the time to deal with her
What you think we playin' cards?
Can't tell nobody 'Be real with you'
You fucking with a star
Me and Metro in the building
Bitch you know who we are
Bitch you know who we are
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