Z-Day ft. LaTheGoat Lyrics

BEZY GOT DA BEATS

Im having racks you'd think its my Z-Day

LA what up?

ballin

GO

I'm having racks you would think everyday was my Z-Day

We having shots in this whip tryna go spin the bin

If we miss double back like a replay

We some goats, at least that's what she say

We give em hope, that's what the streets say

Shots out the Glock hit a opp leave em cremated

I can't argue with niggas they broke nigga we made it

Ran it up I can't fuck with a cheap bitch

I like a classy lil hoe she don't be on that street shit

Give the bag to lil bro he gon fuck up the city the streets lit

We put tags to yo toe if it's beef bitch

We put glocks to your top if you dissin

I heard he hopped in that car tryna fish and went missing

I took the top off the drop so they know it's me when I'm spinning

Whack a opp then I get back to business

Whack a opp then I go on vacation

I mix the wock with that pineapple crush that shit tasty

He hate in the dark I'm tryna bust down that watch flip that carti, we made it

Niggas broke they ain't getting no paper

Nigga leaking he posting his man shit

Nigga Geekin tryna jump in some beef got his man hit

I'm out of town for the week with your bitch on some fast shit

In that new benz its just me and LA

In the trenches had another hard day

I cannot lie most of my niggas felons

These niggas be bitches get caught in that jam and you niggas start telling

Took him down for that drank cause he ain't tryna sell it

Took him down for the stick cause he ain't tryna use it

Niggas ain't killing shit they just talk tough in they music

I'm moving militant nigga got hit cause he kept moving stupid

Nigga got hit cause he kept chasing bitches

Ain't tryna bar fight with opps we pull up with them switches

Can't fuck with them cops they tryna give us a sentence

Niggas cap they don't really be spinning

Check the stats on a opp think we winning

He kept speaking on gang he got hit in his top for that dissin

On my block we tote Glock not no Smithies

Hustlers and robbers and scammers is all in my city

It's only one or two options you either stay broke or get off your ass and go get it

I'm chasing that bag I'm committed

I was just on my ass I admit it

Now I get racks everyday when I'm bored I go spend it

She on dick cause she see how I'm living

I'm having racks you would think everyday is my Z-Day

We having shots in this whip tryna go spend the bin

We miss double back like a replay

We some goats, at least that's what she say

We give them hope, that's what the streets say

Shots out the Glock hit a opp leave him cremated

I can't argue with niggas they broke nigga we made it

Ran it up I can't fuck with a cheap bitch

I like a classy lil hoe she don't be on that street shit

Give the bag to lil bro he gon fuck up the city the streets lit

We put tags to yo toe if it's beef bitch

We put glocks to your top if you dissin

I heard he hopped in that car tryna fish and went missing

I took the top off the drop so they know it's me when I'm spinning

Whack a opp then I get back to business

Fresh in designer Im killing these niggas

My fit alone cost a P

Running up racks I don't want no Rolex

I need Audemars or a Phillipe

Niggas be broke as a bitch and be worried about hoes

Man that shit is not P

I will not go back and forth on the internet

We leave that shit in the streets

I'm rocking gallery I'm more charged up than the battery

I'm sipping wock not no actavis

I get a P made that bitch disappear in a second

They thought LA was doing magic tricks

You treat the boy like your majesty

I'm in her mouth like a cavity, run it up raggedy

Bitches be reaching like I'm at the top of the cabinet

They know a young nigga having it

I ain't even stunting these broke ass hoes no more

Bitches all on my dick since I went So-So

Ain't no young nigga shining no soul glow

Got a bad bitch in my lap moving like a yo-yo

I'm having racks you would think everyday was my Z-Day

We having shots in this whip tryna go spin the bin

If we miss double back like a replay

We some goats, at least that's what she say

We give them hope, that's what the streets say

Shots out the Glock hit a opp leave them cremated

I can't argue with niggas they broke nigga we made it

Ran it up I can't fuck with a cheap bitch

I like a classy lil hoe she don't be on that street shit

Give a bag to lil bro he gon' fuck up the city the streets lit

You put tags to your toe if it's beef bitch

We put Glocks to your top if you dissin

I heard he hopped out that car tryna fish and went missing

I took the top off the drop so they know it's me when I'm spinning

Whack a opp then I get back to business

Pussy!