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half clip (Prrr)
Then ima roll up a half zip
My baby thick and she knows (Muah)
She says with me she dont want dick
That pussy fire mami too lit
Bitch

I walk lit
You know how I talk lit
Just look at my outfit
Faucet failure that's a big drip
Slump god I just faced a zip
Music blasting going down

worst days, be my best
All my worst days, be my best

Pop rocks shit, hit ya' block, tops split (Woo)
Pop rocks shit, hit ya' block, tops split (Woo)
Pop

I'm steady blowin' they mind
Cuz I flow like water refined into fine wine
I rock the microphone like a certified geologist
A black star, I should be

the pack bust it down like I'm suppose to
Don't mistake us for the flint stones we got rocks too
Like a henny glass we'll put him on ice too
15 zips and 1

up, hoes give me they eyeballs
Have her legs over head by nightfall
Girl I’m way too lit, I’m way too live
They like my lingo, they like my ride
Big boy

worth having gone come easy
Ima do ya like this
I work too hard Fuck outta my season
And It's gone be lit
Me and patnas pushing lambos
Swerving lanes in

Controlling all that rage, that could’ve put me in a cage
Finally found a space, now to create my fine estate
Finally found his place, be patient by his fire

Tryna tell you how and on god they ain't did it
Right hand under oath and on god Imma zip it
I ain't saying shit and god is my witness
Right hand

had uh pop
Just my momma and the block
We grew up hating the cops
I heard you selling re rock
Im pitching that butter scotch
Half uh onion in her

I like 'em ripped
Weed get it by the zip
That's for my potheads
I kill you call me Achmed
I need silence
I bring violence
Young tyrant fly as pilot

a dummy 20 for the gram
Told em I need 3 for the zip 
22 and it aim from the hip

Told lil baby I am too lazy
Purple drank shit leave me hazy
On the beat

my blood and I'm pissing cris 
Had to sell some rocks I ain't talking Chris 
Been down with my team I'm always with the shits 

Well I pull up yo

you want it you can get it
Cuz my nigga we on it
Spit fire on em
Wick fire on em
Get lit RIP shit
Livewire on em
Old skool like this
I ride on em
Mgsp

tryna get a check like that

I'm Chillen with the gang and we rollin up spliffs
 Henny cups get lit and I just copped a zip 
My Lil boo gettin mad cause

inspired by the love you give
UnderGround ain't nothin' but positive
Tell the Feds, keep truckin', let my people live
We ain't playing 50 questions, we zip

Mike
Ain't a crime I needed mine
Won't sell my soul for a dime
I got mind I got body
Now all I need is time
She a baddie stick right by me
And she don't

new
And I customized em too
Rock em once and then kaput
Type to sell them hoes for loot
If they ever said I'm broke
They must have seen me in a boot

smelling (yah yah yah yah )something nice in my zip lock
Homie kick rocks cause my shit hot I am hip hop's Alfred Hitchcock if you think not suck a big cock

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

can just tell by the way that they jockin it

They’ll try and pull you down
Like you tossed in the water
And the shoe had a rock in it

But ima just

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

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