WOA!

[Intro: Zack Fox] CONNIE, are you fucking kidding me? Woa, woa Woa, woa Woa, woa Woa, woa (Hot boy) [Verse: ZelooperZ & Zack Fox] Dirty mouth bitch, eat a pound of soap Tryna' hide the pack from him, but you found the coke Kick you out, butt naked, but you found a coat Nigga tryna' hang with me, better find the rope I'm a young nigga, just tryna' float Rap don't work, I'ma find the four Zaza clouds with a Keke Palmer F-150 look like a boat Cuddlin' with a fat bitch, I'm kinda' cold Did what I had to when I was broke Bitch cheatin' on me 'bout to find the code Your bitch suck dick with a common cold Strapped in this bitch, everybody know .45 [?] domino Ain't shit written out, time gon' tell Bend around the corner, but money won't fold Queen Latifah, get the fuck on the floor Run down on me like "Geronimo" Bitch up the snow like abominable Nasty ass hoe lick the cum off the floor Slap her in the face with a pile of mold Hot boy, hot boy, I'm on a roll Twinkle and glisten, these niggas get startled TD Jakes, lil' bitch, I need swallow Pocket verde, avocado Pocket whiteface, vitiligo Tell a bitch [?] Make a bitch sell pussy at the dollar store Brand new Mercedes same color as Moscato Hop in that bitch and I'm pushin' the throttle Why in the fuck would I trick on a model? I ain't had money, still fucked on a model She wanna get drunk, put water in a bottle Listerine kid, make a bitch go gargle Play with the fam, get hit with a hollow Bitch hid the head and made me wobble She wanna come rub on the wood like Apollo ARP make a nigga do Tae Bo Bands in my pocket, I can't walk, I hobble I can read my bank account like a novel Bitch can't read me, this shit Morse code I'll eat a pan bitch, say "ありがとう" This bitch sick, I think she got Parvo This bitch treat me like Johnny Bravo This whip start, one button like a vato Walk in this bitch, do my dance like Alonso She like my jockin', I came from Atlanta Badass bitch, but she drive an Elantra Made this cake off the Dolce-Gabbana Hot ass hoe, so hot as savanna Make that bitch my designated driver Bitch think she Burberry drivin' a Prowler In love with the money, the money my powder She throwing mixed signals, I think she a router I'm pushin' the Bronco, I'm blowin' on sour Suckin' my dick to the Winans, wowzers [Outro: Zack Fox] Woa, woa Woa, woa Woa, woa Woa, woa