Zip Loc

I gotta wear these baggy jeans so my ass can fit right

Never had no designer styling me my pockets they been tight

If you wanna talk shit about me I didn't give you the right

I grew up rough and I call shit out so if you see me it's night night

Everything about me's interesting right done to my hand writing

My emotions are heavy involved in every word I'm saying

I wish I could fuck with you but we'd end up fist fighting

I see through you bitches and I see that you playing

I am everything all talented don't know how I do it all

How can one person be so many things in hobbies I indulge

Can't be wasting time on bitches that don't wanna see me ball

I don't care for you I don't sit up waiting for your call