Sann - Zann v Sann lyrics

[Verse 1: Lord Zannestein] You think you got me I'll hit up your bae and her baby You messing with them poop boys Catch a n***a pray to the Lord that I ain't gonna k** her These hoes they foreign These me Ma**ey they foreign Hurt your baes' feelings Wilding out Nick Cannon Slapping your baby Take over the block You'll call me Winston I'll moozle Running laps around the booty that's Mo Farah [Verse 2] G please chill Got treated a certain type of way Now these thots gonna pay Dump dump You get mega moozled Uzi in my hand You might get sprayed Put your miech where the street is No one safe You ain't running sh** I put 45 shots in 45 thots Click click bang bang Put you in the trunk I'm big papa punk Latex gloves for them SLT On this beat like Me Author hairline Chill What's bragging Stone cold stunner you and your b**h Naaar this ain't no diss again Step your game up I ain't taking this You guys stunting in McDonalds Standing at a 45 degree angle at all times [Verse 3] Rick Ross with my chudz down 45 shots how many thots fall Poop in my pants Call me the sh** I clear the safe And make your Marge beat the case Flip her on her forehead Turn Miss Muller into a man They know I got this Wooks Woke me up, that fast life In a Moothy fight Eat that booty cause I knew it was right Pick it up Pour it up These white folk gonna pay me So and pop it and drop it baby [Verse 4] Pot Noodles hot water on me These thots think they got me Yo Moothy is he here Naaar he stunting with them You f**ing right I'm crazy You think you k**ing me jump in the Mercedes Finna hit you with the blocka Swear to God it got me stressed Hair game Me Ma**ey Boom bang say something I'll take you to the money in the bank If you move like me you'd bleed booty We finna win All the time Winston Churchill to these hoes No one knows