Lyrics:
that ransom
Leg up by the stove when I chef that bomb ting
Spread up the kitty, drip, drip, I'm handsome (and it's the)
Gun show, I dropped
and the new mansion home
In Houston cause that is my city
And them other pussy niggas they record sound shitty
When I see you in the town I'm a hit you up
Screw, Pimp C, Bun B, Z Ro, Scarface
Fat Pat, Big Hawk, Trae Tha Truth, whole SUC, Geto Boys, Outkast
Goodie Mobb, 3 6 Mafia, BIG KRIT
Slim Thug, Paul
can't believe Like the day I lost my seed
I fell asleep and seen a demon put on a Jesus piece
You can tell he Z by what he eat and how much Pickeles
You
ain’t naming
But, homie, I’m not mad, I wish them luck and them all greatness
But if I’m approached by you and you need a verse from Z
I’m making sure
a La-Z-Boy sofa
I'm stackin' paper I'm makin'
I'm makin' paper I'm stackin', these hatin' niggas tryin' to do a jackin'
But I'm decappin', the first nigga I
Allow me to please introduce myself, my name is BARZ; B A to the R Z
I smoke gas, big blunts like a Marley
I ride tracks like a motherfucking Harley
the sound
I saw my father die
I'm tryna make him proud
Sad boy flex, ice up on my neck
Runnin' up these checks, everywhere
I get respect shawty wanna fuck
name kind of rhymes with shark
By the time he takes venues and public parks
They will be in red
Imma make the world go 'round
Changing sounds
Being loud
Yea you should know by now
There ain’t no one like me
Can’t nobody love you just like Z
You know nobody else will do what I do
Can’t put a price on my
for my pen
Growing up, inspired by the sounds on the tele
Pretty sure the same was true in momma's belly
So a garage band was my focus, then eventually
I'm not mad at that
Aye TyReezy tell people how they can follow you
At TyReezy underscore TBSB
That's T-Y-R DOUBLE E Z -Y underscore TBSB
Them Boys
window
Coming down with some sound that you aint ever heard befo'
You're what the fuck I hate the most
What's up bitch I want that smoke
You fuck wit me yo
Hey ya'll, just passin' thru
On our way, to where, to who
Hey ya'll, just passin' thru
A wonderful world by every view
Mother Goose knows the score
business
I go A to Z on E from Pierre
End up by the lake
Life like chess, not check, because I
ain't no pacifist or therapist
Word for word, boy, you have
with the grits
Enjoy my eternal bliss
Dripping sound from the water on my wrist
Fiji how i throw down all the pills and scripts
R-e-c-t-z the OG
když my dva na beatu jsme
Tak lítá tu mrdka z toho, jak fresh ten sound je
Děláme to správně, ne-nepotřebujeme tvoje rady
Táhni měj se krásně, yeah
Mám
and the new mansion home
In Houston cause that is my city
And them other pussy niggas they record sound shitty
When I see you in the town I'm a hit you up
The official representative, LAC
This is prophecy manifested by X to the Z
Victory, strike a B-Boy stance in khaki pants
Never get along like red
Vydělal big racks, ale more na sobě mám pořád Nike (Swoosh), ayy, ayy
Vyskočim z SUV, vyskočim v dripu Balenci' white tee, yeah (Boss)
Špinavej sound jak
of dominance now obsolete
Un-possessed by all men
Won't men murmur of all your kin
Spin around and tell no lies
Boys they had, they had their say
And that
would start the day off hearin' the sound of the fo'-oh crack
I went to work blitzed, so eventually I got dissed
And caught a shocker when my
shit a disease, niggas sickening
Send em to The Doc, I got a script for him
You gotta read between the lines before you pencil in
You gotta get it by
AR and executive producer
I make beats now
It's hard to respect producer
The way I murder beats
I usually upset producers
The boy Neo the next best
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