Mint Condtion

[Verse 1: Lucy Loone] Big bad bitch, you see it in front of you New model S [?] Never seen someone do this before Keep it so cute but the ass [?], uh oh Can you believe i'm making all this money? No they don’t ‘cause they wanna see you looking like a dummy, that's for sure Come in on the black horse carrige They ask my hand in marriage But i am a hot dog Energy, [?], me and my bitch do damage Me and Zeppy on the scene Droppin' hoes like guillotine Call a bitch like [?], they green [Hook: Lucy Loone] And you keep running but i know you want it I do it better always [?] on the low A hundrid milli, i can feel it coming They got no bread and the saddest fucking shows [Verse 2: Zepkins] Straight out the box in mint condition Zeppy is the new edition Schoolin’ these hoes, 100k tuition These niggas is pussy, no circumsision All these bitches do is fight me Buy me cars and book my flights My come up got these pussies tight Heavy weight, ya'll bitches light You could never be me, stop fakin' Been the Z-print, all these bitches heads aching Study my style, ya'll trying to recreate You could never emulate Z.E.P the fucking great I eat these hoes, come lick my plate Ya'll had your time, now it'scut Me and Looney in the game, time to step ya pens up Had to clear your lens up Pretty pink Benz truck Surpassing all you bitches now ya'll left in the dust Ha, your dead, your dead Stackin' money in my crib And [?] busting on my wrist Bitches will get slit Niggas smoking on that mid Niggas looking like some [?] Wanna lick me like a lollipop Titties busting out the seams, could never stop Bitches mad ‘cause they ain’t the topic of convo, uh-huh I’m beating pockets like some congos Smoking [?] All ya'll know whats up I’m cooling in the cut though Yeah i'm fucking cut-throat I can't help it Snap on bitches, going gun-hoe I'm propelling, ya ya Let them tell it Why these hoes wanna make me the villian? Bust threw the ceiling [?] chilling [?] broke bitch, go fold my linen Big bank got, lil bitch you grilling [Hook: Lucy Loone] And you keep running but i know you want it I do it better always [?] on the low A hundrid milli, i can feel it coming They got no bread and the saddest fucking shows And you keep running but i know you want it I do it better always [?] on the low A hundrid milli, i can feel it coming They got no bread and the saddest fucking shows