Songtexte ZzZ - RJizzle

Aye Good lookin, Ashton
Stop playin
Made a Z triple, put my ass to sleep
Fast money, not a vehicle
Boy, this ain't no Jeep
Weed singin' to a nigga when I'm rollin' in the deep
Ain't my fault that you fell, I been told you to leap
They sayin' Jizzle drop a song, but I don't know
Niggas sleep, niggas weak
Boy, I'm comin' for my throne in a week
Fuck a peak
At my best when I feel, I can't think
On the brink to pop a nigga
If he playin wit my tree
Niggas Glee
Want a feat from the Gang
We gone wax for a chain
She then fucked on a lame
I don't even want her name
Call me if you get lost
I am not Wusyaname
Drop a five cross a c
Tell me what you bang
Crud hit so hard
You a think it's Liu Kang
Take his parents money
Turn his ass to Bruce Wayne
Niggas hands out
But I don't carry loose change
He can't hit a shot
Boy that man got poo range
He ain't got no pape
Boy that shit inhumane
Couple hundred dollars
Take your ass out the game
I be making money
Throw that shit down the drain

Ball so damn hard
I should make the hall of fame
I can paint a picture
But a nigga not DaVinci
It ain't shit on my shirt to girl the drip
Is Givenchy
Put the belt to a nigga ass, but it's Fendi
Bitch from the city, and I think her name Wendy

She want a X Pill, but I only get a Perky
This the Golden State, everybody got a 30
You know we from the mud, everybody getting dirty
He finna beat his bitch ass, she was being flirty

I don't want no chorus on my song like no sir ski
She been sucking dick for 30 minutes, she was thirsty
Bitch, play wit balls, goggles on, James Worthy
Money in my pocket, now a nigga getting sturdy

Niggas telling on the kid, Pusha T
Damn ain't no money in yo pocket
Push a G
Ian trippin on no
I'm counting Sheep
I then took his hoe
Then that made his ass weep
Brodie got the 40 in the bushes
He a creep
I'm known to make a dollar with a buck
I'm a freak
Make a mill for a meal
I ain't meek, I got to eat
Boy, the whole team ball
I'm the founder of the heat

He been making money off my name, I'm a copyright
Nigga making threats on the net, that's a air strike
Brodie brought the switch up out the house
Ain't no fair fight

Weed in the jar, better keep my shit airtight
Better keep my shit airtight