Zero Tolerance (f*ckthem Laws) Lyrics - Doubt Me Now - Lil Wyte

[Verse 1] 

I got an offering to refuse a five piece a dro for two's 

Feeling greeky across the color G's so I'm super cool 

Take a trip to the ATL, holla at my boy Terrel 

Though that's where he want me to meet him so far situation swell 

Hit him up as soon as I get in town we go rendezvou 

Ten for the four is what I got instead of five for two 

Nervous is bout to back the po po's hotter than an iron skillet 

Also in the back I got my gat in case I have to peel it 

Watchin' all my mirrors as I make a left on Old Nat 

Thankin to myself he said eleven where this fool at 

Bigger mounts of cash, duffle bags I get a tax invasion 

Last thang in my life that I don't need to add is incarceration 

Hardest racing and I'm racing back and forth all in the van 

Blue lights everywhere I'm high as hell and you couldn't understand 

Palms are sweaty and my eyes are glued so far into my rearview 

I see the dude who got the dope and I think he see me too 

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[Chorus: repeat 4X] 

It's zero tolerance around here (fuck them laws) 

It's zero tolerance around here (man fuck them laws) 

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[Verse 2] 

And it's all good no ones around he pulled up right beside me 

We got a room at holiday inn so now he right behind me 

Its been awhile since we kicked it so its gone be a minute 

I got a bag full of dough and a four-five up in it 

Cause I don't know if this fool got something up his sleeve 

He could be tryin to get me or just fuckin with me 

I got feelin operation is gonna go as planned 

Without a site of disturbance to fuck up my demands 

Exchange was made and now I got the dope up in my hands 

10 pounds of dro for four thousand dollars stashed up in the van 

I tell em holla and I vamp out back to the M 

I put it in drive and then I glance back one time at him 

I left the atl at 9:30 no time to waste 

I got a box of cigarillos began to blaze 

I hit the interstate pop the hood and caught triple A 

Six hundred dollars five hundred miles until the bay 

So fuck them laws 

[Chorus]