From Da Nawf (ZMIX)

(And when yayo come touchdown)
(Coming soon ian Gone tell you when)
(Nigga Don't try to come around kikk it)
(Ima stay Down 'till my brudda in town Den we Gon trap Dis shit out)
(Bih city to City)
(Bitch!)
(Always Got Da short stick ain't no lukk)
(Told me Get a bitch Guz Dat shit was Fun)
(Told me Get a bitch Dat Hoe upped Da Gun)
(Ain no Love in Dis shit it juh blood)
(Ain no men From my hood juss some thugs)
(Play Da whole thing bakk)
(And when yayo touchdown)
(Coming soon ian Gon tell you when)
(Nigga Don't try to come around kikk it)
(Ima stay Down 'till my brudda in town Den we Gon trap Dis shit out)
(Bih city to city)
(Bitch!)
(Always Got Da short stikk ain no Lukk)
(Told me Get a bitch Guz Dat shit was Fun)
(Told me Get a bitch Dat Hoe upped Da Gun)
(Ain no Love in Dis shit juss some blood)
(Ain no men From my Hood juss some thugs)
(Zion)
I came From Da Nawf
Nigga came From Da blokk
Nigga been thru a Lot
Running From 12 while i'm chasin Dis Guap
A nigga been busting my strap really ran From Dem Feds
Not juss no Fukkin cop
When me and bra was out stripping Dese niggas
Dese niggas was running now Dese niggas Hot(Tamat Dey Hot)
Trap onna blokk Got Da Dope in my sokk
When ian Have Dope i still kept me a Glokk
Niggas was running round stressing Dese bitches
Big Deuce onna mission tryna Get to Da top
Im Havin real pints Purple
How Df is im broke Dis a $250 Drop in my pop
Niggas be Flexxed onna Gram talkin money shit
But Don't send a Dollar to Gang in Da box
(I'm ready For Da next one punch me in)
(Ik you remember me broke af)
(Ik u remember me Lookin stukk)
(Always Got Da short stikk ain no Lukk)
(Always Got Da short stikk ain no Lukk)
(Told me Get a bitch Guz Dat shit was Fun)
(Told me Get a bitch Dat Hoe upped Da Gun)
(Come on)
Nigga be Fakin
Told niggas i Found a plug and Dis shit onna Floor come with pape
And Dese niggas start Hatin
Niggas be Hoes not Da bros nigga know u Get cheese
He Gon sit around For you start waiting
And Dass why Dese niggas Don't Fwm nomo
Guz nigga you Grown ian Giving out paper
(Nigga u Grown ian Giving out paper)
I came From Da Nawf
Nigga came From Da blokk
Nigga been thru a Lot
Running From 12 while im chasing Dis Guap
A nigga been busting my strap really ran From Da Feds
Not juss no Fukkin cop
When me and bro was out stripping Dese niggas
Dese niggas was running now Dese niggas Hot
Trap onna blokk Got Da Dope in my
Sokk
When ian Have Dope i still kept me a Glokk
Niggas was running round stressin Dese bitches
Big Deuce onna mission tryna Get to Da top
Im Havin real pints purple
How Df is im broke Dis a $250 Drop in my pop
Niggas be flexxed onna gram talkin money shit
Dont send a Dollar to Gang in Da box
(Put Da Next one)
(Bitch!)
(I Came From Da Nawf)
(From Da blokk)
(Nigga)
(Runnin From 12)
(A nigga been)
(Glaow Baow)
(No Cap)
(Now Dey tamat Dey Hot?)
(What?)



Credits
Writer(s): Nawfside Deuce
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