3rd Quarter (Freestyle) - Fetty Wap
Ay, 1738 Ayo, man they call me big ZooWap nigga Fuck these fuck boys man Squad shit, ZooGang Black 650 on the Royce, start to gunning Niggas make a diss song but want no problems Black four fifth with the grip, who shot him? Big ZooWap from the trap, what’s mobbing? Gold chains on me, couple bands is the rocking Make me feel fly so all I buy is Rob- Got ten thousand dollars worth of J’s in my closet For my girl, drop nine hundred dollars on the wallet though P’s got six thousand dollars worth of Robins Seventeen for my beamer, drop thirty on the jeep Five bands for a Louis eye patch, omg Not the Gucci one ‘cause you know a nigga stay flee Fetty Wap from the bando, understand though How the fuck you the man though? Go where you can’t go What the fuck is your plan though? Ain’t got no bands though And the niggas that I rock with keep hella ammo Niggas tryna diss Fetty Wap, how you do that? Like I ain’t helping niggas pop, nigga you mad Put my city on the whole map, you ain’t do that Talking ‘bout me, niggas get shot, why you do that? Cause that boy running out the mouth, take a cool bath Do his ass like the old school in a new class Just bought a G37 and it’s too fast Riding through this fuck boy’s hood, let the two blast Hop in my whip with his bitch on my cool ass Just like his bitch, he a bitch, get his crew dragged Bitch, we the squad of the year screaming ZooGang Dice pull up on him, then, he kick just like Liu Kang Montana hit him with the three, call him Lu Deng Bitch, we the squad of the year screaming ZooGang Dice pull up on him, then, he kick just like Liu Kang Montana hit him with the three, call him Lu Deng Squad!
Artist: Fetty Wap
Title: 3rd Quarter (Freestyle)