Witta Sack

Lyrics

[Intro: Z] The way I'm moving Give me a little weight and strap Ya know [Chorus: Z] Maneuver through the gutter withastrap Maneuver through thegutter with a sack [Bridge: Z] You gotta understandthat's what's rap shit I was the same motherfucking person C'mon [Verse 1: Z] I was whipping in the Plymouth like a Porsche House speakers in the trunk, grabbing 40s from the store Tipping around the corner doing 50 like the laws On my ass, then I pause put the fire to the dro Cause I've been rhyming about my life, than the I-5 Anything else it probably gеt felt cause I don't know Tell mе them motherfuckers couldn't see me when I was dead broke But tell me them motherfuckers couldn't hear me till I let go Inside my mind I'm flipping like he know dro I'm on the block trynna guap holding no chrome So I be watching for awkwardness, open the door, blow And if it do I'm grabbing this shake and looking to poke holes Gangbangers are meth smokers you know home Real homies are fake, phonies y'all know though Punish the block, most is late like I'm still home Mu'fuckers grown but that's the box for the zone though (let's get it) Then hit the mic like I'm addicted to the drama Cause like I said, I was sicking with the dumb folk Looking up at the bread, father trick us with the dumb dome Jumping up in the innards till she tripping when the cum gone (uhh) I ain't never wanna be that motherfucker broke Sleeping on yo couch even though momma said "come home" But now we living for the music, you confuse it Bummy knowing what I'm doing, doesn't seeming like enough though So I was flipping it, I think I gave a palm, so I make you bow yo head The centric cali make the funds go Living on the reds in Tri-town with the dundro Motherfuckers know about Z it's all love though I ain't even gotta prove what I have been through I slap palms from the East to the West Coast Cuff a bomb, break it down then I let it go Car slapping to the tape y'all the petrol [Pre-Chorus: Z] Tripping about my body when I'm flowing in the Henny Get you stomping through the gutter with some blood up on my face Tripping about my body when I'm flowing in the Henny Get you stomping through the gutter with some blood up on my face [Chorus: Z] Maneuver through the gutter with a sack, sack Maneuver through the gutter with a sack Maneuver through the gutter with a sack, sack Maneuver through the gutter with a sack Maneuver through the gutter with a sack, sack Maneuver through the gutter with a sack Maneuver through the gutter with a strap, strap Maneuver through the gutter with a strap [Verse 2: Z] Get the fuck up outta my face So devise you'll be thinking over on your down-talk A trip to the Pagan's not thinking over Keep around me or bring it up Swinging a rich, and I break it down Time is family and already gonna need a cover Bumper to bumper where the traffic go, we squeeze it up But some of us dramatic and are savage as a mu'fucka Lacked on the truth cause my fam more than hundred Having bodies in the bunker, and eighth in the dumpster (I couldn't give a fuck) I just slept in the cuddy in the valley and took showers in the sink in the park by the gutter (legit though) A bitch in the car half-start while I fuck her 0-5 will go fuller cause we going through the thumper Hit the booth without shots four weeks straight (ugh) Smoking stress no sigh for the weed brakes (damn) Dickeys pressed, dripping sweat when the heat bake (ooh) Laugh stock a relay on the block put your KJs (D-Lo) Little youngsters on the rez with the AKs I ain't know gunplay until the tenth grade Used to swing and get ass whoopers and beat up But that eventually teach us how a man's supposed to stand straight (right?) No bitch in my blood, shit mandate Walking around pencil stacks in my handshake (I need this money) Smoking ramens a mile Looking to vomit 'til face Looking like I was Chuck Taylors or the landscape (yo) Pigeon sacks why I reached for a fanbase So bars see money or the money see bars straight (get it) Hard eighth with a car full of Scarface Trynna ball life when we all went a hard day (damn) Partake in the dark in a dark place Try to frame cause I'm born with a dark frame (ooh) Sparking strange all day where the bars bang Wasn't thinking Tri-skate where the cars shake (skrr) [Pre-Chorus: Z] Tripping about my body when I'm flowing in the Henny Get you stomping through the gutter with some blood up on my face (Blood up on my face. Blood up on my face, face, face) Tripping about my body when I'm flowing in the Henny Get you stomping through the gutter with some blood up on my face [Chorus: Z] Maneuver through the gutter with a sack, sack Maneuver through the gutter with a sack Maneuver through the gutter with a sack, sack Maneuver through the gutter with a sack Maneuver through the gutter with a sack, sack Maneuver through the gutter with a sack Maneuver through the gutter with a strap, strap Maneuver through the gutter with a strap