Z What I Z Lyrics – Hotboii

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[Chorus]
He a good rapper, his rhymes be flying
600K from the crimes I dodged
I get involved it's not a facade
Another whip like a parking garage
She a lil' bad I put her on TV
I'm s*itting on n!ggas I'm blessed not needy
Switching my b!tch too easy, you never gon' see me
I'm popping out on them like 3D
Ayy
Any percent of my n!ggas they all be ZZ
You got a phone my number just call you need me
You could just read me, you know I never decline
I cut off Lil Rob that n!gga just never slide

[Verse 1]
Back in the hood like a Lambo truck
N!gga you a b!tch, don't stand on nothing
Two straps, everybody hands on guns
Put a raw b!tch on lock no bun
Sipping on Don come fu*k on a dime
Sorry lil' mama I'm one of the one
Brand new K with a hundred round drum
Mama, your son ain't never gon' run
Saving these hoes, ain't making a cease
Breaking the code, that made them a snitch
I want that girl so bad they see
Top 10 I put that name on the list
Fu*k 12 they wanna see me go
Got a son out here, I can't beef with you
Talking RICO, my brother just 3 (??)
Get the drop on the opp, sweep through it

We gon' keep shooting, make 'em keep moving
Yellow tape on the scene, got to detour
Put the switch on the Glock, put the stock on that b!tch
When you shoot it is never gon' recoil
I got too many b!tches I need one
I be shooting on the opps, got them pissed off
With your pinpoint, at the cliport
I hop on the PJ and I lift off
So much blues on them I could crip walk
And my drip got wings like Rick Ross
Throwing bullets, my Z got picked off
Why he died? I feel like it's his fault
How you feeling? I'm feeling a lil' off
I'ma go MIA I'ma get lost
And one thing about me, I'ma drip sauce
You can't Z what I Z, I'm a big boss

[Chorus]
He a good rapper, his rhymes be flying
600K from the crimes I dodged
I get involved it's not a facade
Another whip like a parking garage
She a lil' bad I put her on TV
I'm s*itting on n!ggas I'm blessed not needy
Switching my b!tch too easy, you never gon' see me
I'm popping out on them like 3D
Ayy
Any percent of my n!ggas they all be ZZ
You got a phone my number just call you need me
You could just read me, you know I never decline
I cut off Lil Rob that n!gga just never slide

[Verse 2]
Ayy
You can't Z what I Z, I'm a big boss
Don't think you a big turd, boy you a lil' off
Wanna be extra, better go kill some'
You ain't got a foreign, go get one
Bad b!tch chase me, I'ma still run
I'ma go run through hot lil' cool like it was nothing
All these b!tches be ringing my number
All these b!tches want have me a son
Too picky I'm picking my one
I be dripping they licking it up
And we bringing them beef to the club
See them n!ggas we shooting it up
Bad lil' b!tch don't wanna be wife
I'm taking this b!tch out the club
Bad lil' b!tch don't wanna be wife
I'm making this b!tch my stud
I'm sticking my thumb in her butt
I lock eyes with the opp in the club I scream out "What?"
And I'm sorry I don't wanna fu*k
I've been thugging I ran out of love
I be keeping my mind on bucks
Put a fu*k n!gga 'round real n!ggas
And he gon' see he could never adjust

I wasn't just home, I was on the run
I was on the run
Having fun
(??)
For sure