Zipville

Huh, Yeah
2 Percent Huh
Huh, Yeah

Nah
No I don't owe you shit

When I got my chains
When I got my Range
Man you can go tell your kids
That 2 percent never gon' miss

I don't know why you always hating
But you still bump my shit
When I'm on your girlfriend's favorite playlist
Ya might as well quit

Stackin' the chips
Shoulda known that I had gas by the way that I'm
Pushing that whip

Yuh, pressure, not mids
Bro don't trip
You can catch me out in the ville I been
Smoking on zips

Smoking on zips
Fuck shit is what it is
I be out there in the front seat of my Hyundai rolling at Chiz

Boutta put a mil on my wrist
Billboards, hit list
Check score, 21-0, like I said I'm never gon' miss

Yeah your girl showed up
I was like what's in your cup
Call the bros up
Need 2 percent in that shit yeah pour right up

Lil bro, good luck
Imma stay up
Don't do too much and push me or my gang
Yeah it might get rough

They all know you not clutch
Bro you suck
I could beat you with the weight on me
Pockets stuffed

Wonder why these niggas gon' hate on me
Next day they showing love

Fuck shit was what it was
Know the whole gang going up
We don't give no fucks

Nah

Nah
No I don't owe you shit

When I got my chains
When I got my Range
Man you can go tell your kids
That 2 percent never gon' miss

I don't know why you always hating
But you still bumping my shit
When I'm on your girlfriend's favorite playlist
Ya might as well quit

Stackin' the chips
Shoulda known that I had gas by the way that I'm
Pushing that whip

Yuh, pressure, not mids
Bro don't trip
You can catch me out in the ville I been
Smoking on zips



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Writer(s): Reese Swittenberg
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