Z What I Z

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ear Drummers) (True, damn, you makin' noise, boy) [Chorus] He a good rapper, his rhymes be flodge 600k for the crimes I dodged I get involved, it's not a facade I got her whipped like a parking garage She a lil' baddy, I put her on TV I'm shittin' on niggas and blessin' the needy Switchin' my bitches too easy, you never gon' see me I'm poppin' out on 'em like 3D, ayy, ayy, ayy Eighty percent of my niggas, they all be ZZ, uh, uh, uh You got a phone and my number, just call you need me, uh, uh You could just ring me, you know I never decline, uh, uh, uh I cut off Lil Robert, that nigga just nеver'll slide [Verse 1] Back in the hood likе a Lambo' truck Nigga, you a bitch, don't stand on nun' Two straps, everybody hands on gun Put a raw bitch on lock, no bun Sippin' on Don, come fuck on the don Sorry, lil' mama, I'm one of them ones Brand new K with a hundred round drum Mama, your son ain't never gon' run Savin' these hoes ain't makin' no sense Breakin' the code, that made them a snitch I want that girl so bad it's sick Top 10, I put our name on the list Fuck 12, they wanna see me losin' Got a son out here, I can't be foolish Tok and Rico my brothers, three stooges Get the drop on the opps, sweep through it We gon' keep shootin', make 'em keep movin' Yellow tape on the scene, gotta detour Put a switch on the Glock, put a stock on that bitch When you shoot it, it's never gon' recoil I got too many bitches, I need one I be shittin' on the opps, got 'em pissed off With your pinpoint at the clearport I hop on the PJ and I lift off So much blues, I damn near could crip walk And my drip got wings like Rick Ross Throwin' bullets, my Z got picked off Wolph died, I feel like it's his fault How you feelin'? I'm feelin' a lil' off I'ma go MIA, I'ma get lost And one thing about me, I'ma drip sauce You can't Z what I Z, I'm a big boss [Chorus] He a good rapper, his rhymes be fly 600k for the crimes I dodged I get involved, it's not a facade Another whip like a parking garage She a lil' baddy, I put her on TV I'm shittin' on niggas and blessin' the needy Switchin' my bitches too easy, you never gon' see me I'm poppin' out on 'em like 3D, ayy, ayy, ayy Eighty percent of my niggas, they all be ZZ, uh, uh, uh You got a phone and my number, just call you need me, uh, uh You could just ring me, you know I never decline, uh, uh, uh I cut off Lil Robert, that nigga just never'll slide [Verse 2] Ayy, uh You can't Z what I Z, I'm a big boss Don't think you a big threat, boy, you a lil' off Wanna be extra, better go kill sumn' You ain't got a foreign, go get one Bad bitch chase me, I'ma still run, uh, uh I'ma go run through her lil' crew like it was nun' All these bitches be ringin' my number All these bitches wan' have me a son Too picky, I'm pickin' my one I be drippin', they lickin' it up And we bringin' the beef to the club See them niggas, we shootin' it up Bad lil' bitch don't wanna be wife I'm takin' this bitch out the cover Bad lil' bitch don't wanna be wife I'm makin' this bitch my slut I'm stickin' my thumb in her butt I lock eyes with the opp in the club, I scream out, "What?" And I'm sorry I don't wanna fuck I've been thuggin', I ran out of love I be keepin' my mind on bucks Put a fuck nigga 'round real niggas And he gon' see he could never adjust, uh, uh I was just home, I was on the run, uh [Outro] Sorry, I was on the run, uh Poppin' my shit, havin' fun, uh Had to designer my loved ones For sure