Lyrics Zip Code - Shad Da God

Aye where the fuck you at man
Where the fuck yo ass at

Trappin plays, send that bag, bring your friend
Pull up and spark that shit I [?]
Pull up to my zip code where you at?
Pull up to my zip code where you at?
Pull up to my zip code where you at?
Designer all my drugs like a bag (skrt)

I pull up smoking the strongest weed alive
I'm poppin' that bankroll shit and I
Ain't lying (poppin that bankroll shit)
Got a red bitch with tattoos on her thighs
Kill that lil pussy, need some tattoos on my eye
Professional side nigga when she fed up
None of that cappin' over here we pouring red up (God)
I just wanna smack that ass from the back and tear the head up
I just wanna motivate these niggas to get they bread up
I'm trying to tell these lil bitches the way it go
And [?]
We can pull up on sunset it's a Bentley with the roof gone
We can open the door, and let that smoke out and I'm dead wrong

Trappin plays, send that bag, bring your friend
Pull up and spark that shit I [?]
Pull up to my zip code where you at?
Pull up to my zip code where you at?
Pull up to my zip code where you at?
Designer all my drugs like a bag (skrt)

Designer my dope like it's Hermès
Designer my dope like it's Burberry
My bitch might pull up ballin like Ayesha Curry
Ice on me not blurry, Ice on me McFlurry
They plot on a nigga to hurry, why in the fuck would I worry?
I'm sippin' and drinkin' that Act, and it [?]
I pull up on niggas I'm swervin, hop out the big body 'burban
Make yo guy feel like the God baby that's your only purpose
Baby all we have is bars, all we have is service
You feel it on you back, that when that red workin
You feel your body floating when that Perky gig
I'mma pop a Percoset, then I'mma drank some Hen
Why yall get so loaded, why yall get so loaded?

Trappin plays, send that bag, bring your friend
Pull up and spark that shit I have you [?]
Pull up to my zip code where you at?
Pull up to my zip code where you at?
Pull up to my zip code where you at?
Designer all my drugs like a bag