Текст песни Zeze (Freestyle) - Bou

Bou

I pull up in the coupe
Who is that who is you?
It's a bird with the gang
Showing titties out the roof
You a lame you a goof
Give me space give me room
I don't chase play it cool
You a freak show me proof
Tell a lie tell the truth
She insane think it's cute
Where your man where your boo?
Bring a friend bring a group
She a ten now a two
Blame it on her attitude
Hit my dawg throw the oop
This is life not a mood

Self made nigga now women wanna excite me
Think about me nightly tellin me bout her pipe dreams
Talk nicely, niggas be tryna fight me
Cause I can take wifey make her a one night thing
Gang gang you hustle come join the campaign
I been lit these other niggas is lamp shades
You a simp she got you buying her champagne
I been hit so all she get is a hand wave

Forty help me keep away the suckas
Niggas trippin can't afford to bring they luggage
I just left Dominican Republic

Beefin with me way beyond your budget
Got em sick to they stomach
Take a brick out the oven
And what I choose to do with these grams I don't discuss it
Rappers steady talk about bands ain't never touch em
Pray I see the day I shake hands with Warren Buffett

My niggas nothin under a hundred
You ain't no trapper you is a runner
If I get taxed on that powder I gotta cut it
Serving white like I'm hanging with Uncle Ruckus

Big shit talker
Got your bitch lip locking
She ain't never seen no money flip this often
Tell them niggas bring me the bag or quit talking
Pocket full of blues you thinkin I'm crip walkin

I been on my shit ain't tryna crash out
I can't do no frontin gotta cash out
Nobody handed me nothin when I was assed out
And now them niggas be wishing they where I'm at now

I been really trappin on God
Made a living hopping in and out of cars
You be on the gram flexing hard
Lookin like you tryna get robbed
I been really trappin on God
Made a living hopping in and out of cars
You be on the gram flexing hard
Lookin like you tryna get robbed