Boing Boing (feat. The Seige)

Z-E-R-O-S, that's right
 I pay way too much for my flights
 I pay way too much on my clothes
 I'm just too damn cool for these hoes
 Someone please just hand me my phone
 So I can get back into my zone
 Everyone just leave me alone
 I'm just way too lit for this
 All I ever wanted was a handful of 100's
 All I ever need was a girl who could see the
 Gold on my neck, boy, I ain't tryna flex
 But I'm shinin' so hard, even blind people see it
 Steppin' out the wagon, it's 200 thousand
 Bright red paint, got it lookin' like a dragon
 That's what you get from a hard day of trappin'
 I'm lit, man, it's all just [?]
 Don't that shit sound familiar?
 Lame-ass rhymes these rap dudes deliver
 Can't trust y'all, I stay live, familiar, knock down walls
 Nigga, break down the pillars, hands to the ceiling
 Hands in the air, spread that wealth, throw them bands everywhere
 Material shittin' on royalty
 Suck this dick, baby, I'ma shoot gold in your hair
 Turn errything up
 Turn errything up
 Turn errything up
 Turn errything
 Turn errything
 Turn err'thing
 Welcome to the land of the greed
 Welcome to the home of the slave
 Run up in your house while you sleep
 What's the number to the muhfuckin' safe?
 Niggas goin' from the cradle to the grave
 You done fucked around and stumbled in the cave
 'Bout to go Django unchained
 Girls do anything to get backstage
 Turn err'thing up
 Money ain't everything, but Pops taught me how to stack green up
 [?] high school friends selling
 drugs out the same house where I grew up
 That's how you really give back to your community
 I don't settle for less than getting what I need
 I know people that's locked up for only using weed
 How did Hilary get immunity, huh?
 Hahaha, I don't know why that's funny
 Everyday is Halloween, huh?
 Michael Myers, Jamie Lee, huh?
 Freddie Kruger in your dreams, huh?
 Load up clips and make a scene, huh?
 They puttin' lies on the screen, black and gold everything
 We going crazy, we jump around like marines
 We rage against the machine, nigga, we the kings
 You ready?
 Turn errything up
 Turn errything up
 Turn errything up
 Turn errything
 Turn errything
 Turn err'thing
 Turn err'thing
 Turn err'thing up
 Turn err'thing up
 
 Z-E-R-O-S, that's right
 I pay way too much for my flights
 I pay way too much on my clothes
 I'm just too damn cool for these hoes
 Someone please just hand me my phone
 So I can get back into my zone
 Everyone just leave me alone
 I'm just way too lit for this
 All I ever wanted was a handful of 100's
 All I ever need was a girl who could see the
 Gold on my neck, boy, I ain't tryna flex
 But I'm shinin' so hard, even blind people see it
 Steppin' out the wagon, it's 200 thousand
 Bright red paint, got it lookin' like a dragon
 That's what you get from a hard day of trappin'
 I'm lit, man, it's all just [?]
 Don't that shit sound familiar?
 Lame-ass rhymes these rap dudes deliver
 Can't trust y'all, I stay live, familiar, knock down walls
 Nigga, break down the pillars, hands to the ceiling
 Hands in the air, spread that wealth, throw them bands everywhere
 Material shittin' on royalty
 Suck this dick, baby, I'ma shoot gold in your hair
 Turn errything up
 Turn errything up
 Turn errything up
 Turn errything
 Turn errything
 Turn err'thing
 Welcome to the land of the greed
 Welcome to the home of the slave
 Run up in your house while you sleep
 What's the number to the muhfuckin' safe?
 Niggas goin' from the cradle to the grave
 You done fucked around and stumbled in the cave
 'Bout to go Django unchained
 Girls do anything to get backstage
 Turn err'thing up
 Money ain't everything, but Pops taught me how to stack green up
 [?] high school friends selling
 drugs out the same house where I grew up
 That's how you really give back to your community
 I don't settle for less than getting what I need
 I know people that's locked up for only using weed
 How did Hilary get immunity, huh?
 Hahaha, I don't know why that's funny
 Everyday is Halloween, huh?
 Michael Myers, Jamie Lee, huh?
 Freddie Kruger in your dreams, huh?
 Load up clips and make a scene, huh?
 They puttin' lies on the screen, black and gold everything
 We going crazy, we jump around like marines
 We rage against the machine, nigga, we the kings
 You ready?
 Turn errything up
 Turn errything up
 Turn errything up
 Turn errything
 Turn errything
 Turn err'thing
 Turn err'thing
 Turn err'thing up
 Turn err'thing up