Real Niggaz Z-Ro (Ft. Mr. Drastic & PHENOM (USA))
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[Phenom]
Mo'fucker when we bang bang, squeezing pistols that make em bang
Haters smoking that swisha swisha sweet boy, switching damn lanes
Pulling guns and put two in your stomach, nigga who want it
Gangstas, if you with me gangstas
Smoking that sticky you get pissy, riding spinners
Tires glimmer the prize in our eyes, nigga ride with us
Nom and Z-Ro like when Tino and DeNiro, counting Kilos in casinos
They gambinos, for them c-notes man
Hustlers, serving customers
Off of his back shit cause, then we bust them guns
[Z-Ro]
Up jumps the boogie, cause the track is so thoed
Got me breaking down bubble gum, I'm fin to be so blowed
Nothing but clouds in the sky, but it's still sunny
Cause I'm puffing on some good green, pocket full of money
Southside, I'm wrecking for where I lay my head at
Disrespect me, you the nigga I'ma spray my lead at
I'm living for today, don't give a fuck about tomorrow
I'm robbing you motherfuckers, it ain't no need to borrow
Money from dad, that nigga wouldn't lend me no cash
Seventeen he threw me out, like the trash
It's all gravy baby, I'm connected with the street my mama Ridgevan
And daddy East and West, Cancel Creek the dopefiends love me
I got a cousin, named Mard
Everytime I bring him outside, suckers be running up in my yard
Smartest thing I got is a 20, and you could get a whole sale
If you want it soft, let me run back to the motel
Mo'fucker when we bang bang, squeezing pistols that make em bang
Haters smoking that swisha swisha sweet boy, switching damn lanes
Pulling guns and put two in your stomach, nigga who want it
Gangstas, if you with me gangstas
Smoking that sticky you get pissy, riding spinners
Tires glimmer the prize in our eyes, nigga ride with us
Nom and Z-Ro like when Tino and DeNiro, counting Kilos in casinos
They gambinos, for them c-notes man
Hustlers, serving customers
Off of his back shit cause, then we bust them guns
[Z-Ro]
Up jumps the boogie, cause the track is so thoed
Got me breaking down bubble gum, I'm fin to be so blowed
Nothing but clouds in the sky, but it's still sunny
Cause I'm puffing on some good green, pocket full of money
Southside, I'm wrecking for where I lay my head at
Disrespect me, you the nigga I'ma spray my lead at
I'm living for today, don't give a fuck about tomorrow
I'm robbing you motherfuckers, it ain't no need to borrow
Money from dad, that nigga wouldn't lend me no cash
Seventeen he threw me out, like the trash
It's all gravy baby, I'm connected with the street my mama Ridgevan
And daddy East and West, Cancel Creek the dopefiends love me
I got a cousin, named Mard
Everytime I bring him outside, suckers be running up in my yard
Smartest thing I got is a 20, and you could get a whole sale
If you want it soft, let me run back to the motel
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