Stuck To Him

Lyrics

[Chorus] (Boop-boop) Ayy, shoutout all my hatin' niggas 'cause I get to stunt on 'em "Why you show the kicks so much?" 'Cause I blew a buck on 'em Way they lookin' at Lil Zen, they like, "That bag stuck to him" Told my lil' bro there's a way, I guess that shit stuck to him (Ayy, hey) Guess that shit stuck to him I can't even imagine, my nigga, but it must suck losing Bottle, bottle, I just popped a bottle, now my ass coolin' [Verse 1] Model, model, I just fucked a model, feelin' lucky, hit the lotto Bad bitch, she wanna drink Moscato, all black fit, my shit look mono I went too up just like Apollo (Ooh) These niggas watchin', catch a hollow Coppin' all designer shit, I don't even look at barcodes Emo bitch, she slit it up, that ho just look like barcode Bands touchin' down 'cause a young nigga just hit upload Yеah, put your hands down, tryna see that lil' shit throw Niggas fake, see that shit from a mile, GMO, ayy-ayy Old vibes lеft, but I need some more, bi-bitch Bi-bitch, I got DND, I'm locked in, please don't hit my phone, bi-bitch I don't wanna hear that shit, yeah, please leave me 'lone (Leave me 'lone) [Chorus] (Oh no) (Boop-boop) Ayy, shoutout all my hatin' niggas 'cause I get to stunt on 'em "Why you show the kicks so much?" 'Cause I blew a buck on 'em Way they lookin' at Lil Zen, they like, "That bag stuck to him" Told my lil' bro there's a way, I guess that shit stuck to him (Ayy, hey) Guess that shit stuck to him I can't even imagine, my nigga, but it must suck losing Bottle, bottle, I just popped a bottle, now my ass coolin' [Verse 2] Hoppin' that shit, ok-okay, the hoe gon submit They tryna fuck with the kid, I ain't talked to you in a minute They know me for the chill shit, but they don't need for the real shit I'm with some niggas, your [?] shawty like, "Zen, you want real shit?" They-they ain't even see with the Kel-Tec, they haven't seen what I felt, yeah Bands stickin' out like a nail, yeah, nigga tryna squash shit, say, "Oh yeah" Yeah this shit suck, "Oh well," yeah, hop in that coupe for them pills, shit Nigga want smoke, what the hell? Yeah They like, "Zen, you on real shit," ha They like, "Zen, you on real shit," ha, yeah, yeah And I'm blowin' all this, oh my God And I'm blowin' all this fuckin' 'za, ayy [Outro] They like, "Zen, you on real shit," yeah I'm top of buildings, I'm on top now, yeah Top of the buildings, I'm on Cloud 9, yeah They like, "Zen, you on real shit now" Pockets fat, I'm goin' green time