Zo Stylin Lyrics

I be playing around with flows

Playing around with cash

Ain't no playing with my bros

All that playing bust yo ass

I say ohhh, uh huh huh

I say oh, uh uh uhh

I be playing around with flows

Playing around with cash

Ain't no playing with my bros

All that playing bust yo ass

I say ohhh, uh huh huh

I say oh, uh uh uhh

Driving round, hop out walk em down send em packing

Oh where I'm bound? I can't tell you now my faith i practice

Pssuurr BOOM nigga! We just sent a bomb

Racks off in my pocket, send you under like arm

Stop and think with logic Im Chris Bosh'in I'm the one

Ion know nun bout Ching Chung, all I know is ching ching

All I know is money money, Cha-Cha slide I come and take it from ya

Put that laser on ya, like barber put that razor on em

Falling off, I aint banking on it

Stroganoff yo plate I want it

Stroke her off, pull out her face I'm cumin

Niggas ain't taking nothing

Big ass fye gone help me take me something

Wrap him, swaddle him like infant

Make that money come in a instant

Niggas uncle Toms they trippen

I'm not buying what you selling nigga

Take his brain, then I fry it what you smelling nigga

Heard yo momma want you back, then we gone mail you nigga

Uhh, and I'm up next young Zo gone bat i'm screaming fuck the pitcher

Uhh, if she no neck, then I neglect, Im not gone wrestle with ya

Uhh, You not my set, I hate yo flesh and i'm gone pack a pistol

Uhh, go far(ve) like Brett, kiss on her neck, she say she smell some liquor

Uhh, You knowing I'm that, I get you whacked! I'm just that type of nigga