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Like Therez 12z in the Trunk

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Z (of Firing Squad) - Rap, Underground Rap

Like Therez 12z in the Trunk

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January 12, 2017.

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[Intro: Z] Flapping like there's twelves in the trunk (like there's twelves in the trunk) (x2) Yeah Y'all with me? Y'all with me on this one? Aye [Verse 1: Z] Totally got my mob But when they call I'm blowing [?] frequent Told em to get the reeving weed and to sign to heagen my heads are leaking Coasted in my bug or factory slumping like these 12z are peaking West Coast busted I roll for my death like it's Pac speaking (West Side) I'm already over the hype like fuck it they sleeping Walking up in they room While flipping their mattresses while their speakers beating (They fuck you gon listening to?) I'm getting domed up I'm indecent This microphone busting like 10 pieces I'm counting bitches when I spend it Hope it's increases Who's gonna fend me or my family? Or I send Jesus I'm Brainsick since age zip So my past speaking action on my bag breathing Like fuck it I'mma swiss cheese it Look I'm just swollen trynna roll this blunt Steering with my knee Bitch sucking me when the cruise is on I got the banger in the glove compartment and couple half piece sitting where the luggage go [Hook: Z] I'm just whipping, count my money My bitch sucking me like slurpees Factory speakers slapping like there's 12s in the trunk Swisher getting split then I'm expelling the guts Swisher getting lit then I'm exhaling a skunk Whipping, counting money My bitch sucking me like slurpees Factory speakers slapping like there's 12s in the trunk Swisher getting split then I'm expelling the guts Swisher getting lit then I'm exhaling a skunk [Verse 2: Z] Catch me smoking like a broke down bucket That's on my grandpa I be postal with a half ounce, puffing Positive answer Regular tropicals chocolates are nothing They just don't pass it Particular My preference of stuffing is strictly habit But carry then we can sit it Encryptical mental contracted I'm a traffic passer to flip and relentless with this pistol I'm packing (pistol I'm packing) I get these chippers like a beaver I'm a cleaver and a heathen I'mma fuck em till they feed us commas (Give me the money) I'll count dollar till they turn to hundreds Fuck her while I'm getting blunted Stable by my team Osama (boom, boom) I'm on the highway like roadkill Driving off of four pills Talking bout no doses momma (hahahah) Me and my girl we flip a lot Shit on all these pre-madonnas' Sparking up this green iguana (Come on baby let's go) State to state will fire with me Hope I get the lethal bomb I'm driving like the creep is on us [Hook: Z] I'm just whipping, count my money My bitch sucking me like slurpees Factory speakers slapping like there's 12s in the trunk Swisher getting split then I'm expelling the guts Swisher getting lit then I'm exhaling a skunk Whipping, counting money My bitch sucking me like slurpees Factory speakers slapping like there's 12s in the trunk Swisher getting split then I'm expelling the guts Swisher getting lit then I'm exhaling a skunk Whipping, counting money My bitch sucking me like slurpees Factory speakers slapping like there's 12s in the trunk Swisher getting split then I'm expelling the guts Swisher getting lit then I'm exhaling a skunk Whipping, counting money My bitch sucking me like slurpees Factory speakers slapping like there's 12s in the trunk Swisher getting split then I'm expelling the guts Swisher getting lit then I'm exhaling a skunk

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  • Z (of Firing Squad)