Zippers

And my pack right
28 grams no seeds
That's my act right
Shawty been grinning on me
Think i dress nice
All about a dollar OG get
My check right
Ice, Flights, Dice, Heights
Im on, kites
Good weed, nice
Ice, Flights, Dice, Heights
Im on, kites
Good weed, nice

Tip of da morning
Walking out the lab
While niggas yawning
Up for 3 tonight makes 4
But shit we on it
Rollin weed creatin clouds
She jumpin on it (aye)
I be styling niggas wilding
Out the way
She got no mileage
But she drive it hall of fame
Like my favorite chain
She just wanna' hang
Barely know my name
But she play the game
Rolling up my strain cooking
Up the brain (Aye)

And my pack right
28 grams no seeds
That's my act right
Shawty been grinning on me
Think i dress nice
All about a dollar OG get
My check right
Ice, Flights, Dice, Heights
Im on, kites
Good weed, nice
Ice, Flights, Dice, Heights
Im on, kites
Good weed, nice

She think i speak so adoring
He roll that trash and he boring
I do my dash while she snoring
She curse my ass in the morning
Look like im holding chidoris'
When i pull out these blue faces
I need 2 jags black and white
I cant decide im not racist
I roll up sativa kites
That put my brain in new spaces
My girl want that Range in white
I heard that shit pretty spacious
I'm up in yo town tonight
N i got spots like Dalmatian
Im droppin shit till its vacant
They dealing wit constipation
We rolling zips in the basement

And my pack right
28 grams no seeds
That's my act right
Shawty been grinning on me
Think i dress nice
All about a dollar OG get
My check right
Ice, Flights, Dice, Heights
Im on, kites
Good weed, nice
Ice, Flights, Dice, Heights
Im on, kites
Good weed, nice



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Nixon Jr
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