Lyrics:
Z-Ro I see why these niggas can't relate to us
'Cause we them thugs of another kind
Making these niggas feel us two rhymes
'Cause if they lived
Z-Ro I see why these niggas can't relate to us
'Cause we them thugs of another kind
Making these niggas feel us two rhymes
'Cause if they lived
gotta keep my options clear
They ain't fuck with me but I'm gon force em to by dropping heat
Niggas know it's Draco szn that's jus cos it's dracos year
We put a whole lot of hundreds on bodies
She treat me like candy, she lick me like lollies (lick me like lollies)
Too many loads, yeah, I need
whole jaw connect too
I select you, so motherfucker bow down
Niggas swear Tha Pound got so much style
So many styles
So many styles (style)
So many
know
Kick it like judo
How many bottles of XO
Chibuzo flip through the back door
Switching lane in a Range Ro
Steady just getting the Peso
Niggas are
should I throw my blows in those
Do a bit upstate and take
The weight for your troubles
My nigga BIG, I'ma ride for
But it ain't too many niggas
That I'd
These niggas is sick look like they gone vomit
Too many checks on da table I'm signing
Too many checks on da way I remind ya
Niggas be hatin but baby I
respected you know I
Had to get it
Collect it like antiques, and let it stack
Brrrrr, like that
I mastered this fast shit, now I move on
'Cause too many
ain't no punk
Dougie D so thoed, and they already know
The Trae and the J Z-Ro, by bo
Got a kin folk raw, that be gripping a gun
I got a king folk
with my hoe
I'm still pumpin' that dro
I'm still thuggin' fo sho
You hear that knock nigga? Courtesy of Z-Ro
Don't be no hero, just play your part
rossa anywhere rassa me no care give em the lamba
Young nigga gas to gbese now on the real man I gas to japa yeah
Yeba, foka, akoba
Many tried to put me
remind me of me when I was seventeen (he do)
Niggas on the streets sayin', "Jeezy lost it"
That was some sucker shit, he movin' too corporate (damn)
I
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
and drank, heavy on the sherm
And you don't want to get fronted by Joseph, cause his turns burn
Nigga fuck you pay me, but its been slow round here 'Ro
Nigga
Smoke so many blunts, nigga, I quit
Drink so many cups of lean, that I quit
Fucked so many bitches, nigga, I quit
She sucked my dick so good, nigga
Hell yeah nigga, ay yo
[Z-Ro:]
Remember me, when I use to write my rhymes in class
At Dick Dall Middle School, all them niggaz would laugh
nothing nice in it
Too many bitches, and not enough rubbers
Got so many, all my real niggaz under the gutter
Watch a nigga full of life, light close like
it ain't too
Many niggas that I'd die for
How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get the quiche
Slice the pie wit you?
I ain't talkin' 'bout
big job
It's Trae and Z-Ro we the kinfolk I think why'all require too much info
Niggaz say that I turned my back, that's falsified and him and I
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
about Ro
Not too much but you niggaz know, these niggaz here never be hoes
For real I promise these niggaz, be putting me in my zone
Till they get pissed
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
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