Z What I Z lyrics

[Intro]
(Ear Drummers)
(True, damn, you makin' noise, boy)

[Chorus]
He a good rapper, his rhymes be fly
600k for the crimes I dodged
I get involved, it's not a facade
Another whip like a parking garage
She a lil' baddy, I put her on TV
I'm sh*ttin' on n*ggas and blessin' the needy
Switchin' my b*tches too easy, you never gon' see me
I'm poppin' out on 'em like 3D, ayy, ayy, ayy
Eighty percent of my n*ggas, they all be ZZ, uh, uh, uh
You got a phone and my number, just call you need me, uh, uh
You could just ring me, you know I never decline, uh, uh, uh
I cut off Lil Robert, that n*gga just never'll slidе

[Verse 1]
Back in the hood like a Lambo' truck
n*gga, you a b*tch, don't stand on nun'
Two straps, evеrybody hands on gun
Put a raw b*tch on lock, no bun
Sippin' on Don, come f*ck on the don
Sorry, lil' mama, I'm one of them ones
Brand new K with a hundred round drum
Mama, your son ain't never gon' run
Savin' these hoes ain't makin' no sense
Breakin' the code, that made them a snitch
I want that girl so bad it's sick
Top 10, I put our name on the list
f*ck 12, they wanna see me losin'
Got a son out here, I can't be foolish
Tok and Rico my brothers, three stooges
Get the drop on the opps, sweep through it
We gon' keep shootin', make 'em keep movin'
Yellow tape on the scene, gotta detour
Put a switch on the Glock, put a stock on that b*tch
When you shoot it, it's never gon' recoil
I got too many b*tches, I need one
I be sh*ttin' on the opps, got 'em p*ssed off
With your pinpoint at the clearport
I hop on the PJ and I lift off
So much blues, I damn near could crip walk
And my drip got wings like Rick Ross
Throwin' bullets, my Z got picked off
Wolph died, I feel like it's his fault
How you feelin'? I'm feelin' a lil' off
I'ma go MIA, I'ma get lost
And one thing about me, I'ma drip sauce
You can't Z what I Z, I'm a big boss
[Chorus]
He a good rapper, his rhymes be fly
600k for the crimes I dodged
I get involved, it's not a facade
Another whip like a parking garage
She a lil' baddy, I put her on TV
I'm sh*ttin' on n*ggas and blessin' the needy
Switchin' my b*tches too easy, you never gon' see me
I'm poppin' out on 'em like 3D, ayy, ayy, ayy
Eighty percent of my n*ggas, they all be ZZ, uh, uh, uh
You got a phone and my number, just call you need me, uh, uh
You could just ring me, you know I never decline, uh, uh, uh
I cut off Lil Robert, that n*gga just never'll slide

[Verse 2]
Ayy, uh
You can't Z what I Z, I'm a big boss
Don't think you a big threat, boy, you a lil' off
Wanna be extra, better go kill sumn'
You ain't got a foreign, go get one
Bad b*tch chase me, I'ma still run, uh, uh
I'ma go run through her lil' crew like it was nun'
All these b*tches be ringin' my number
All these b*tches wan' have me a son
Too picky, I'm pickin' my one
I be drippin', they lickin' it up
And we bringin' the beef to the club
See them n*ggas, we shootin' it up
Bad lil' b*tch don't wanna be wife
I'm takin' this b*tch out the cover
Bad lil' b*tch don't wanna be wife
I'm makin' this b*tch my sl*t
I'm stickin' my thumb in her butt
I lock eyes with the opp in the club, I scream out, "What?"
And I'm sorry I don't wanna f*ck
I've been thuggin', I ran out of love
I be keepin' my mind on bucks
Put a f*ck n*gga 'round real n*ggas
And he gon' see he could never adjust, uh, uh
I was just home, I was on the run, uh
[Outro]
Sorry, I was on the run, uh
Poppin' my sh*t, havin' fun, uh
Had to designer my loved ones
For sure