We Say Z (of Firing Squad) (Ft. Twisted Insane)

[Chorus: Z]
I got zips I let go for two-hundred
Some 'for a hand come talk to me
Aye
I blow sticks with my bitch we cruising
We just trynna move funds throughout the week
We say "break me off my cheddar please"
And catch the MAC no D.R.E
I roll with my beretta Z
Just trynna stack that's B.I.G

[Verse 1: Z]
Look, my fam
Go dumb
Bout the funds, no bums
Me and my bitch make runs
So let me come, all huns
She hold the sack I hold the gun
I pull it back, we on the run
I'm trynna stack it 'til it's done
We get to acting with the plug
Fact I'm probably jacking Dickey's
Sagging with a cuff
That one Piraña with his dragon so we catch him when he bust
I like sign around the package so thе llama stay on tough
And I ain't gangsta, but I'll manage if the drama say what's up
Buckets on low-kеy
Slumping at a slow speed
Head tilted like a nose-bleed
Probably puffing on a blunt
Running with some OGs
Ten toes that dough speaks
Serve 'em then I'm skirting up out the parking lot, we gone
Let me fade you while I pray for my pacers, I'm talking rocks
Stacked like Legos, better daygo
My case open, but that's on God
From able I've connected a cable I'm blowing bomb
And I can noodle off the top for the state well you know the song
Come on