Zipped Up ft. BDF DUFFY Lyrics

Everybody wanna be a hood nigga till you get zipped up

Got that cheese fast as fuck, you can't rip us

Bag in my left hand, I still got that right touch

You get into that bread last, you gotta keep the crust

In my damn bag like some loose chains niggas always fuckin' hatin' cause they ain't

Gettin' paid GPS told me it's my turn so I need that

Ways Shoot my shot at your bitch then I fade away

Brainstorm with dark clouds, how the fuck it rain

Piano keys on this beat like we Beethoven me and DJ cookin' shit like we in the oven

Niggas always talkin' shit till we at they function

You my blood talkin' shit, bitch you not my cousin

Hit your bitch with this dick then I got to run it

You be chattin' in your raps, bitch you know you frontin

Kicked this nigga in his chest, he need Robitussin

Had NBA dreams since a young boy In the whisper room

But I'll still be makin' noise

See your bitch this way, then I'ma have to avoid

Me and Zay twin flame and we stay lit

Niggas always act like hoes, man they make me sick

I'm a doctor ran out of patient so it make me sick

Steady hangin' with my dog like I'm Michael Vick

This bitch think she a treat, she gon' get tricked

Me and Zay on that court, we gon' ball and shit

I don't fuck with Hellcats, but I like demons

Said she want this dick so her ass gotta feel it

Fuckin' on this country bitch like I'm Fitsit Felix

This ain't fuck nigga free, bitch this the remix

Hit your fuck nigga with this motherfuckin' heat stick

I don't need no handout nigga you can keep

Came in this world alone, I don't need no bitch

I be fightin' with my hands, I don't need no stick

She think she hot shit so she don't need no dick

Me and DJ in this studio so we gettin' lit

Hit your granny with a motherfuckin' karate kick

I don't need no fuckin' talkin', bitch just suck and spit

Pockets fat like Rick nigga so I don't shop at Ross

Workers around my body nigga so I became a boss

Rich nigga habits, I be sippin' on that Voss

Got the keys in the box nigga so I became a vault

Runnin' with the Hawks since the age of eleven

Everybody wanna be a hood nigga till you get zipped up

Got that cheese, that's a fault, you can't rip us

Bag in my left hand, I still got that right touch

Bag in my left hand, I still got that right touch