36 Zips lyrics

[Intro]
Funk or Die
Division
We knocked your homie down and his people know it
Young Chris on the beat
Ayy, it's Philthy, n*gga
Uh-huh, look

[Chorus]
36 zips, you can smell the odor (Swear to God)
In the kitchen cooking up a key of cola (Skrrt, skrrt)
Thirty on me, yeah, I keep a blower (I keep a blower)
We knocked your homie down and his people know it (Philthy)
36 zips, you can smell the odor (Swear to God)
In the kitchen cooking up a key of cola (Skrrt, skrrt)
Thirty on me, yeah, I keep a blower (I keep a blower)
We knocked your homie down and his people know it (Look)

[Verse 1]
b*tch, my catalogue too big to be sold (It is)
f*ck a rap check, n*gga, I'm wrapping kilos (36)
n*gga got robbed, had to blow it but didn't blow (Is that right?)
But got the nerve to diss me, mad about his ho (It's Philthy)
n*ggas turning down fades in his county days (pus*y)
All that gangster talk, n*gga, we is not amazed (Uh-uh)
You won't kill nothin' or let nothin' die (Swear to God)
He ain't slide through the hood and let nothin' fly (It's Philthy)
Charge a n*gga twenty thou' if he want a verse (Chump change)
My ex b*tch want some di*k, my bottom want a purse (Designer)
I be really on the block, not the internet (Seminary)
I hit the birdie with the wop, he want his chicken back (Skrrt, skrrt)
[Chorus]
36 zips, you can smell the odor (Swear to God)
In the kitchen cooking up a key of cola (Skrrt, skrrt)
Thirty on me, yeah, I keep a blower (I keep a blower)
We knocked your homie down and his people know it (Philthy)
36 zips, you can smell the odor (Swear to God)
In the kitchen cooking up a key of cola (Skrrt, skrrt)
Thirty on me, yeah, I keep a blower (I keep a blower)
We knocked your homie down and his people know it (Look)

[Verse 2]
Start a challenge, how many rap n*ggas can cook a brick? (How many)
And when the last time you n*ggas ever hit a lick (Never)
Oh, he provided for his people and got his section straight? (That right?)
But your dead homie baby mama on Section 8 (It's Philthy)
I sold dope on every block on Seminary (Swear to God)
Before I shot a video on every block on Seminary (Swear to God)
To keep it real, the only body you caught was an abortion (pus*y)
I was on 62nd if I wasn't on Fortune (It's Philthy)
Man, these n*ggas really broke, at war with theyself (Broke n*gga)
But b*tch, how you go from f*ckin' me to f*ckin' the help? (Broke b*tch)
The dope game don't last forever, n*ggas ain't clever (Uh-uh)
Get what you can, then get out, they passin' out them letters (Ayy, do that)

[Chorus]
36 zips, you can smell the odor (Swear to God)
In the kitchen cooking up a key of cola (Skrrt, skrrt)
Thirty on me, yeah, I keep a blower (I keep a blower)
We knocked your homie down and his people know it (Philthy)
36 zips, you can smell the odor (Swear to God)
In the kitchen cooking up a key of cola (Skrrt, skrrt)
Thirty on me, yeah, I keep a blower (I keep a blower)
We knocked your homie down and his people know it
[Outro]
In the kitchen cooking up a key of cola (Skrrt, skrrt)
Thirty on me, yeah, I keep a blower (I keep a blower)
We knocked your homie down and his people know it (Philthy)