Zion (feat. Vonnstacks)

D-Money on the beat
Shit
Aye
Aye, Oli, I wake your ass up

Stand on top, business like I'm Zion
I wouldn't try nothing crazy, I got the fire on
You think your bitch some lawyer, bro, this just Sarho
And call your people, who the fuck you know need narcos

We up and running, you can meet us at the finish line
These niggas broke us here, they still shop at Finish Line
And if it's ever big, you better know that I'm gon' finish mine
I took the bitch back to school, I told her she better get in line

That plan that you doing, boy, your ass finna get sent to God
Flyin' up the mile, I need a cut, I call that nigga Ryan
Chillin' in the cut, that's just the members, it's you and the mile
Bro, chillin' in the back, you rollin' woods and we on 75

I think I need a water, at this point that cousin nigga buggin'
T-Lo dropped a molly in this water, I call him the buggin'
Irritated off the walk, I spill my cup, I call your cousin
I just found the line on that one shit, you tryna get some money

If I ain't tryna make no paper, then your name ain't Von Stacks
The weed slow, so I buy bricks and chop crack
Yeah, B-Phone, but it's all about the timing
Once he think we forgot him, I'll remind him

Had that bitch stuffed, bust her hyphen
Shoot a nigga out his shoes, word to Zion
I put my own work in, I just need a driver
The way that she ride me, think she's a biker

I love me a creamer, but I love the dope mo'
Once I fucked that bitch three times, she gotta go
No one miss the nice guy, adios
He was playing with that bread, then he ended up toast

I'ma give you some advice, fuck bitches, get racks
It used to be hundreds, then I started getting racks
I'ma give you some advice, fuck niggas, get racks
I thought we was one in the same, they ended up racks

Uh, want some fucking cheese
They ain't even rap for no fucking cheese
They did it to get fucking free
Jesus Christ