Cry lyrics

[Verse 1: $ir Cartier]
I started out bare handed, and pimpin' out some b*tches
I'm a fat cat
So my b*tches with the digits
I count my finger in out the fidgets
Last count, I need to come back
Figures to figure
I'm where I'm at now
Sniffed out the snort in my fort feeling like, "f*ck law"
Kings and queens, I f*cked them all
White powder cover nose hurts sore
Reality hurts more, reality's a big bore
I get high, the swing of trees, fine swans and killer bees
'Cause I'm into hunnies, I could plant my seed to create
Love the ones I meet
Still rocking, still plotting
Emcee guts from chopping
That fat cat crying
[?] ability [?] wrist
Can't f*ck with me
Get your suit up, boot up, your b*tch drive in
Let's get [?] like a left side to your dome piece
The rome through the kings that he used to be the home to it
To all the fat cats with the greeting comes
[?] to say this in songs
Ain't that nobody wrong-do
To talk to me properly, that I believe, Zombie
[Chorus: $ir Cartier]
Yeah, and I'm just rolling with my crew
Tryna burn a lil' something, n*gga, what you tryna do? Yeah, uh
And I'm just chilling (And I'm just chilling), yeah
And I'm just chilling (TFZ)
Ain't no question asked (TFZ)
Just smacking a ass
With a girl and a bag rolling up that cigarette (TFZ)
b*tches at my party getting high on the mud, yeah (TFZ)
Zombie Gang, rep it to the deal

[Verse 2: $ir Cartier]
Uh, I'm with my n*ggas and some females holding things down
A switch and some purses, one
Burning two and three down
Hold up, wait, uh
Stop listening some competition
Ain't no need to keep score
[?]Put down rhyme with my mind, play some keyboards
Riding all black with that Batman flow
Man, I get high
Cruise real slow, got mask dancing
Ready to load the sticky icky up
[?]
[?]Add that [?] leather light a smoke up [?]
Get fast as flies, it's in your rear mirror
Bullsh*ttin' in my whip
Windows up with some regular boys, girls and us
'Cause we roll up on the block
Me and Jaylen in the back
Now I'm posted up [?]
[?]
I'm high as a jet
And the Air Force better bring down the drug dealer
I ain't sharing my medicine (Haha, yeah)
[Chorus: $ir Cartier]
Yeah, and I'm just rolling with my crew
Tryna burn a lil' something, n*gga, what you tryna do? Yeah, uh
And I'm just chilling (And I'm just chilling), yeah
And I'm just chilling (TFZ)
Ain't no question asked (TFZ)
Just smacking a ass
With a girl and a bag rolling up that stanky grass (TFZ)
b*tches at my party getting high on the mud, yeah (TFZ)
Zombie Gang, rep it to the death