ZayBang - Private Property Lyrics

Lyrics Private Property - ZayBang



I want smoke, bitch we want some more
Every time they see me, hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm, let the rockers gun
These niggas fucking up they name I'm not okay with that
He gon' be mad when I put dick all in lil baby back
Top shelf, you niggas smokin' cookie in lil baby sacks
Had to take the Smith apart and clean it tryin' to shake it back
You try to give me five, you know what's up and I ain't shaking that
I don' did some shits that I ain't regret and I ain't takin' back
Niggas acting like they want me dead, I got to stay with strap
Bitches get it too when I found out where niggas laying at
Pussy niggas dissin' in posts, I'm tryna up the score
Heard them niggas said they blowing smoke
Well bitch we want some more
Met a crip that like the way I rock, he tried to put me on
With due respect, I bang 11, 100 for my niggas gone
Pussy hoe, make you stuff this glock up in your pussy hoe
It's poppin' whoa, niggas touch my blow
We letting choppers go
I'ma go, fuck who acting scared 'cause nigga I'ma go
Mama know I copped another chop'
This bitch geronimo, it's time to go
Bitch them shooters hold me down, them slide for sure
Driving through my jets with cameras out, these niggas slide for sure
Pussy niggas say they pumping steam
Well bitch we want some more
I ain't trying to pain a niggas shirt
I'm tryna touch his 'fro
Bitch nigga, watch the way to talk if you ain't really cut
Big dog, I'ma big dog, you niggas really puff
If we spare your life to get your brother, you might give him up
Fuck that, you can drop me off, ain't got to pick me up
And leave me walkin' through that bitch, like I was born and raised
You stick your nose up in this shit and catch and early grave
Hell na, we don't wait for nights, you can get popped today
Fuck that, find me seven bags and send them out today
Them niggas heard I got a check they say they robbing me
Armed and dangerous like I own a private property
Wolf until it's time to go to war, you niggas casualties
Raise in the bricks, fuck your gang, free the faculty
Bitch nigga, you ain't never lived what you rappin' about
I lost my dog, it set us up and took the savage route
Niggas dyin' young round this bitch, I got my rachet out
Couple niggas playin' both sides tryna hatch it out
But I can't change up on my niggas, it's forever there
I give a fuck who say they real, these niggas fuck with rats
I got some people out the way to catch this cookie packs
That's 50,000 in all dubs, what you looking at
Cut throat, we the niggas with sleeves out your front door
Ohh, ohh, I heard that nigga working with the popo
Spent time, I be with the sickle like I'm Ocho
Oh no, I can't leave my strap, that's a no no
Hol' on, nigga talkin' hands he getting stole on
First down I'm bullies, pussy nigga go along
Niggas never talk about the shit they done prolonged
Back when we was yellin', go hard, you used to go home
Pussy hoe, make you stuff this glock up in your pussy hoe (Bitch)
It's poppin' whoa, niggas touch my blow (My mama nigga)
We letting choppers go (Bitch, don't fuck with me nigga)
I'ma go, fuck who acting scared 'cause nigga I'ma go (You're fuckin' crazy nigga)
Mama know I copped another chop' (Everything lit)
(This bitch geronimo)



Writer(s): Faraji Wright, Eizayah Hopkins


ZayBang - The Streets Blame Me
Album The Streets Blame Me
date of release
01-03-2020




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