Search results for 'zip rock by lit' Page #8

block just like fidget 

Lit that shit up just like it’s Christmas 

Yo money short just like a midget

I ran it up just like it’s finiteness 

I want da

5PM, phone blowin' up
Rambo with the zip costs
125 plus 20, drop that bitch off
Swingin' by the house, grab my nine piece
Rick Ross
Gotta drop this

and zips
I wanna be the man by the end
You dig?
And I'll never put trust in another hoe
And you won't see me stepping with niggas aint repping that big 85

Loud always lit my sound pound bars like 16 zips rolled into chronic spliffs
Yeah life’s a dirty  bitch and I’m fuckin her hard  with this long dick
Oh

Lit lil bitch, she just wanna hit the bottle
Bring her around the gang, she gone turn into a groupie
Plug back in town, finna make another movie
Rich

just came to slay this
I fight demons, a devil may cry in Limbo city
Just made 200 off another zip in your city
I don't do same plays in the same day,

new zip
Grown I am not no jitt
With the same ain't no brand new clique
I need a brand new stick
Life too good to not be lit
Don't love it up if it ain't

out the zip
Pills on your tongue when you lit
Sex on drugs
Vibing with my ex on drugs
Shrooms in our brains she got wet on drugs
Coffee cup I don’t

exotic, everything exotic
Turnin' up the party, I be out my body
All these whips exotic
Me and my crew, blew a zip
You know that we stay lit
Exotic models

chillin)
Shorty said she naked and she waiting on me (Dem boys 'bout to fuck some)
So I pulled up on ha with a zip and a blunt (Ooooo she with it)
By the way

got a rock
I got another rock

Jack 20 pieces of chocolate
Claire got rainbow skittle's dispersed
Mack got Airheads, Damn that is so lit
Blaire got

be movin' the tan rock
That's the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot
Man, these niggas out here, I swear they talk a lot
Drive-by on a rat, you

Let's go
Let's go
Ayy
Curry by 30 I'm the goat
Let's go
Ayy
Everywhere I ride they slide
My brothers they my rock they roll
Anywhere I go they go
I

All my niggas rockstars
We ready to rock out
Grab the strap
Fill it up
Now it’s time to pop out
Can’t do nine to five
I think it’s time
For me

What You Call That

French Montana

Coke Boys 4

2014

Sneak dissin', get a nigga in the box nigga
Fourteen, no box, just Glock nigga (let's get it)
I'ma hit it by myself, ask Rock nigga
No cleanin' but I

I hit

He came for commotion

didn't know the smoke was potent

Like our yeeks ain't fully loaded, he got opened like z-ip


She say I'm too lit I

that we up And I got My homies lit
Looking at my zip
Hope I got a hunnid clips
For a fuckboy on his shit
Really I don't give a shit
Cuz they know I'm

take her on a trip
Young nigga trick tricks
Used to wait to match a wood, now I smoke it by the zip
I be riding by my lonely, but I keep it on my hip aye

Zion at Duke
I am self made, I did this shit by myself, I can't get put on a shelf
Bitch I'm that nigga, no amount of money can tame
I been goin' nuts

(Tmr)
I ain't lit today but man maybe TMR
(Tmr)
I'm not feeling it man check back in TMR
(Tmr)
I'm not doing great but maybe by TMR
(Tmr)
Goals ain't hit

a tide, yeah
Believe dis now I want everybody fi in dis
Get lively now ah
All the party people in di place let's get up and rock
And shock
Moving 'cause

I'm heaven sent
Lifestyle it's so lit
Just smoked a zip
Pulled up in the Benz now
My diamonds hit
Give yo bitch the spins
Collect the rent
She like

Zip it up
A lot of money in this jacket zip it up
I'm spitting fire like a dragon
Fuck it up
She slurped me up like I
Was a sippy cup
I'm not gone

niggas hate me but I still I ain’t heard a diss track
I gone diss back you gone need dispatch
Buss down on me tell Juke go zip that
I’m with D3 so you know