ZipBag
Okay
Yeah Bitch
Damn orka that's a big wave
Okay
Yeah
I'll punch a fucker
Fuck a steak
Bro I have Runtz for supper
Hot and I'm blowing gas
I'm a fucking muffler
Crip walk on the yeezys
Im a fucking Custer
Gas in my bag
Someone cut the mustard
Put water on a bitch
I'm a fucking ruster
Put smoke to a zip
I'm a fucking puffer
I won't even let you shoot
Bitch I'm a fucking stuffer
Cartis on looking mean
Bitch I'm fucking buffer
Imma double cupper
Imma double up dutcher
On my way to the money
Flying down Saginaw
Ask me how much
Bitch you finna cop a bag or naw?
Broke ass bitch
Yeah I don't fuck with that at all
If it ain't about the money bitch I don't get involved
You like midget tall
And yo money match
I throw it up and watch it fall
Bitch That's a fucking rack
There's another one
Bitch give it back
I don't have to ball
I don't even rap
I just put gas
In a Runtz pack
You put boof ass dirt
In a blunt wrap
I just punt that
You can't kick shit
Off a one jack
I just made 6 bricks
Dim wit
Yeah I'm a slick fuck
I mean cough off the puffing
Yeah I'm a sick fuck
I been did the bag wrong
That's a zip fuck
Dip shit
I just went and got my chips and dip up
Big bitch
Yeahhhh
Zip bag stuffed up with lemon cherry
Talk shit we leave em in a cemetery
I let it eat like I'm posted at primberry
Milkman I just sold yo bitch a ten of dairy
Zip bag stuffed up with Z 2.0
And SS uno
If you know
you know
You ain't a presser
I'll flex off of two Bo's
Take that shit
And spend it right on some new clothes
You Luke warm
Bitch I'm hot when my jewels froze
Bitch I'm too pro
Pro tools on me
How you so bitch?
Who knows
That's the real question
Bro you needa get yo shit fresher
Slick dresser
When I walk up in this bitch
Yeah
I'm real pressing
Yeah
I'm in the real section
All you fake bitches
So bummy
And it upset me
I be putting pressure on these bitches
Compression
Get yo shit jammed up
fucking congestion
Smoke by obsession
I'm in this by my gun got suppression
I'm a sneaky fucker
Shit I drip so much
I'm a leaky fucker
I shit on the beat
I'm a freaky fucker
Say you punch more than me
You a cheeky fucker
I tell her cheerio
I'm like
I gotta go
Give and go
Yeah
Fuck it bitch
You don't even know
I be balling so much
I be going pro
Pro tools on me
Who the fuck run up
He gon D I E
Bitch yeah
I'm so fly
Shit yeah I don't even know
I got a birds eye view
Mufucka I just shit
Turds on you
I don't even know
Yeah Bitch
Damn orka that's a big wave
Okay
Yeah
I'll punch a fucker
Fuck a steak
Bro I have Runtz for supper
Hot and I'm blowing gas
I'm a fucking muffler
Crip walk on the yeezys
Im a fucking Custer
Gas in my bag
Someone cut the mustard
Put water on a bitch
I'm a fucking ruster
Put smoke to a zip
I'm a fucking puffer
I won't even let you shoot
Bitch I'm a fucking stuffer
Cartis on looking mean
Bitch I'm fucking buffer
Imma double cupper
Imma double up dutcher
On my way to the money
Flying down Saginaw
Ask me how much
Bitch you finna cop a bag or naw?
Broke ass bitch
Yeah I don't fuck with that at all
If it ain't about the money bitch I don't get involved
You like midget tall
And yo money match
I throw it up and watch it fall
Bitch That's a fucking rack
There's another one
Bitch give it back
I don't have to ball
I don't even rap
I just put gas
In a Runtz pack
You put boof ass dirt
In a blunt wrap
I just punt that
You can't kick shit
Off a one jack
I just made 6 bricks
Dim wit
Yeah I'm a slick fuck
I mean cough off the puffing
Yeah I'm a sick fuck
I been did the bag wrong
That's a zip fuck
Dip shit
I just went and got my chips and dip up
Big bitch
Yeahhhh
Zip bag stuffed up with lemon cherry
Talk shit we leave em in a cemetery
I let it eat like I'm posted at primberry
Milkman I just sold yo bitch a ten of dairy
Zip bag stuffed up with Z 2.0
And SS uno
If you know
you know
You ain't a presser
I'll flex off of two Bo's
Take that shit
And spend it right on some new clothes
You Luke warm
Bitch I'm hot when my jewels froze
Bitch I'm too pro
Pro tools on me
How you so bitch?
Who knows
That's the real question
Bro you needa get yo shit fresher
Slick dresser
When I walk up in this bitch
Yeah
I'm real pressing
Yeah
I'm in the real section
All you fake bitches
So bummy
And it upset me
I be putting pressure on these bitches
Compression
Get yo shit jammed up
fucking congestion
Smoke by obsession
I'm in this by my gun got suppression
I'm a sneaky fucker
Shit I drip so much
I'm a leaky fucker
I shit on the beat
I'm a freaky fucker
Say you punch more than me
You a cheeky fucker
I tell her cheerio
I'm like
I gotta go
Give and go
Yeah
Fuck it bitch
You don't even know
I be balling so much
I be going pro
Pro tools on me
Who the fuck run up
He gon D I E
Bitch yeah
I'm so fly
Shit yeah I don't even know
I got a birds eye view
Mufucka I just shit
Turds on you
I don't even know
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Writer(s): Dillon Coffin
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