ZEZE (Freestyle) Lyrics

Bou

I pull up in the coupe

Who is that who is you?

It's a bird with the gang

Showing titties out the roof

You a lame you a goof

Give me space give me room

I don't chase play it cool

You a freak show me proof

Tell a lie tell the truth

She insane think it's cute

Where your man where your boo?

Bring a friend bring a group

She a ten now a two

Blame it on her attitude

Hit my dawg throw the oop

This is life not a mood

Self made nigga now women wanna excite me

Think about me nightly tellin me bout her pipe dreams

Talk nicely, niggas be tryna fight me

Cause I can take wifey make her a one night thing

Gang gang you hustle come join the campaign

I been lit these other niggas is lamp shades

You a simp she got you buying her champagne

I been hit so all she get is a hand wave

Forty help me keep away the suckas

Niggas trippin can't afford to bring they luggage

I just left Dominican Republic

Beefin with me way beyond your budget

Got em sick to they stomach

Take a brick out the oven

And what I choose to do with these grams I don't discuss it

Rappers steady talk about bands ain't never touch em

Pray I see the day I shake hands with Warren Buffett

My niggas nothin under a hundred

You ain't no trapper you is a runner

If I get taxed on that powder I gotta cut it

Serving white like I'm hanging with Uncle Ruckus

Big shit talker

Got your bitch lip locking

She ain't never seen no money flip this often

Tell them niggas bring me the bag or quit talking

Pocket full of blues you thinkin I'm crip walkin

I been on my shit ain't tryna crash out

I can't do no frontin gotta cash out

Nobody handed me nothin when I was assed out

And now them niggas be wishing they where I'm at now

I been really trappin on God

Made a living hopping in and out of cars

You be on the gram flexing hard

Lookin like you tryna get robbed

I been really trappin on God

Made a living hopping in and out of cars

You be on the gram flexing hard

Lookin like you tryna get robbed