Z Lyrics

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You would think I was out the gutta the way I swang this cutta

My brudda said one cutta ain't enough so I bought another cutta

I'm sitting on FN, Smith n Wesson, I carry this bitch like luggage

If rap don't work I'm goin' back to being the biggest bowl toucher nigga

The biggest spot rusher

But I know my soul different

I'm in the cut and I'm laying low, bitch all my windows tinted

Got Permanent cuts all on my teeth like I done seen the dentist

I need a chain that match my teeth, I might go get that tennis

I might go get that tennis

Ho don't speak to me

I ain't trippin' bout no pussy that my nigga beat

Ho I ain't tripping bout you trickin' ho, but you ain't tricking me

Can't put no time into no demon I just press delete

She put me all on her close friends, I know she tempting me

Bitch If you can't get a bag with me you ain't impressing me

If I do a verse for buddy he gone pay the fee

South Florida Nap that's 239, I done came out the C

If I modify this clip it can't be on my side

If I can't hit you with this 12 bitch I deserve to die

I'm ridin' around with all this heat like I'm the fucking chief

I hold that SK by my side, that bitch gone scrape my feet

I don't have no beef, I ain't into it with nobody

Nigga I done changed my image up, they used to say I was nobody

I can't do no BBL, I rather me a ho with no body

I can't be your side nigga bitch, I like me a ho with nobody

I'm Moonwalking, I'm shit talking, bitch I'm smoking Wham

I pray this money counter jam before my pistol jam

Bitch I'm working on gettin' this skrilla, I can't be your man

I'm finna tap in with my bro he got them thangs for cheap

Lil buddy sent me his lil tape and every song was weak

I gotta charge for dick bitch nothing in this world is free

My momma came out the motherland, bitch nigga I'm really z

I done came out the 239 ho, I'm reppin' Haiti

Bitch I'm really Z