Future

Future - Zoom lyrics

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Bought a drop top Porsche, about to cut the top off

Trappin' is a sport young nigga get ya knocked off

Hol' up



Turbo switchin' lanes, Hublot switch your watch

Trappin' switch the spots, when you're runnin' hot

Feet on the gas, trappin' dem bags

Run up a sack and never look back

Shorty got miles on her, I'm about to spaz in it

I ran it up fast, I ran it up fast

I ran it up fast, I ran it up fast

I ran it up fast, I ran it up fast



I secure the bag first, I'm ready to boast

I secure the bag first, I'm full of that dope

Court side with a mink

Pee Wee Kirkland on the scene

Five karats, wear the link

Both hands full of ink

Money drying in your hand

Wrap the bail in Saran

My yellow bitch want a tan

I just landed from Japan

Tokyo and Korea

Panamera to the lear

Yellow metal with the gold

Fishscale with these hoes

Mossberg, I'm drinkin' mud

Put a hit out on a dud

Bought my lil' nigga 12 slugs

Just to shine bright when he rub

I just bailed out of [?]

20 pills goin' hyphy

Oh you lookin' real icy

Boy you know you nothin' like me
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