ZO - CGS

CGS

Oh that's the opps pass that we bouta roll up ya manz match that
Y'all want smoke scratch that spin get that shit flipped black jack
Bitch this glick matte black we see the opps we up blast that
He ran back his half back got hit up qb ain't blast back
You move slow fast track you just got it I Been had that
Still bust trap thru cash app what chu want I'm bout to grab that
He want tryna grab tax that this that a1 fax that
I Get the bag Stack that that's why them boys mad ask that

I'm with cgs da mob
You tryna get wet then slide
He came out his knock he died
That nigga a pack we fried

She call me Zigg it's ZO
Bouta come get ya hoe
She getting hit ya know
Then I gotta dip y'a know

Free them killas man them
Gorilla ZO I'm still the man
How you a killa man and you never kill a man
He think he realer man I guess them boys ain't fill em in
Big dogs no little man I tell them boys go get then

You ain't tryna smoke nun
You ain't gone hit shit
Niggas ain't on nun
Niggas ain't did shit
What chu want talk for
Internet diss shit
Why you ain't spin then
You ain't gone hit shit big bitch

I gotta a glick 2 of em
Yall never on shit come do something
Ik they don't wanna go through nothing
The whole Cgs that's who coming
We pull out them stick and you running
I'm inna east who run it
Been inna street you wasn't
Ik that you ain't gna shoot nothing
Why you keep on talkin shit like you want it

Ziggy fell off he right back
They cappin ik they ain't like that
We shoot shit first use to Fight back
Shit was going wrong had to rewrite that

If he been a fraud he a still a fraud
You not in that beef you get involved
You gotta spin till you get em all
You gotta spin till it's nothing left

Shawty I'm tryna fuck don't want nothing else
He was cheering me on but that wasn't help
They ain't part of the mob they with something else
I guess I felt a way that shouldn't felt
I guess you feel a way cause you for ya self
You ain't beefing with me nigga kill ya self
Me and bro took a ride with the Glizzy tucked
Me and bro took the but he said he had it
Mad it back we got whooped but we didn't panic
This what come with this shit you don't understand it
I ain't sitting work cause it gna vanish
I ain't sitting and waiting I'm chasing paper
We ain't fucking rn then I see you later
And why He say love me I see a hater
If it's fuck me it's fuck you



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Writer(s): Nacir Gallashaw
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