Zip Em Up Grafh (Ft. Loaded Lux & Styles P)

[Verse 1: Grafh]
Gudda
Yeah (Bo, Bo, Bo)
Yeah (Ah wha mi say)
Yeah (Bo, Bo, Bo), Yeah
Huh, I'm live streaming from the underground
Get up under your skin 'til I push the blood around
I'm at your baby momma crib pushin your son around
The world is mine I'd be pushin the sun around
Moon dust in this chain, let it twinkle
It look bright in the light when I let it sprinkle
This is not rap money, thats why its crooked and wrinkled
Cause I was pushin my work instead of pushin my single
This is raw, so holla at me if you need it cheaper
I spit crack, holla at me if you need a feature
This that sizzurp, nigga who need a liter
My car foreign, my engine need a visa
The nickel millimeter trigger need a fever (hot..)
The refer that I deliver need a speaker
Loud, hot copper, top shotta
I punch niggas in their snot locker (wadup?!)

[Chorus: Grafh]
We in this thang
We in it good
We out chea out
We in the hood
Them boys huntin
They in the woods
That red dot on your head, that ain't good, zip em up
Put em on their ass now, zip em up
Feel em with Tabasco, zip em up
Bring another toe tag, zip em up
Bring another body bag, zip em up
Body Bag em, I zip em up (x4)