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would admit it in yo little songs
Niggas post a pic wit a lil zip and think he really on
I pull up side his whip and get it flipped
And leave yo ceiling

(For real, yuh)
Snow bunny, I'm finna hit it and hop back
Kick down ya door nigga, you better lock that
With the gang eatin' up, know that we got racks

You looking pretty in the zip-lock
Smell so fresh and I love it when our lips lock
Skip the small talk straight to the business
We get it done then I

stressed out
Sending positivity
The vibes are always lit now
Trying to make a change in humanity
That's inbound
They can't break the fortress
The enemy

stayin' in Miami though
Uh, yeah, uh

All these hoes tryna lock in with a young nigga since I got rich
Shotoff, Gumbo and some drank, only thing in my

lit, just like Hennessy
By my side, but forever in my memories
Don't care bout hoes because I be needing, you
Niggas cannot see what I can see in, you

tellin'
In his mind he indicted a felon

Every day is like hide and seek
If I lock down two in the mornin'
Tell me by night why I see three
Dottin',

of clouds
Glidin', this be that weed n rhymes, I stay on point
Wit a joint lit, bitch I'm rhymin slick
And you can't really tell me shit, I'm ridin' low,

Got bags at my bed 
Cause I'm chasing what I said 
Got me thinking what I did 
Flipping blocks like it's lit 
Sipping lean like I'm bread 
Posting

Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck

mine, get your own bag
A sack full of OG under lock and key
None for the homies, this is all for me
I got a blunt lookin' like a jelly palm tree
Police

Lets keep it business
Homie this that tip top
You pull up on me you can smell it through the zip lock
You tryina flip it you can flip it in your flip

here
I can do my shit out here
Got a couple pretty things gettin lit out here
All Stoney
We can smoke that zip right here
The way I'm
Making money
I

ina cut nd I wait to see who die next
Remember I was low? Ain know when I'd get high next

Now I smoke out tha bowl, dead opps in dis blunt I just lit

die before I wake
I’ll get this Guap
Ain’t talking about no Christmas guap
Boy that
5 star din din
Big zip lock
Gold pendent guap
No kidding I been this

Bad bitch, pull up on me
Just like TYE I'll make her spazz
Why you tryna fuck w me, when you already had your chance?
Got in on lock (I got it on lock

woi
You know ah we ah lock the place
And we nah watch no face, sing
You know, you know, you know (you like it, alright)

She beggin' me like,

Yeah
In a coupe rockin' Prada
And she dancin' on that shit
Hunnit racks in my pocket
Know my bands are really lit
Shawty down for the drip
She taking

Still right there by my circle of ten
Say the wrong thing twice come and bust your chin

97 born I was here to ball
Got my team real Hot like a lit cigar

the man I am dont lock me out that door
Cause they dont wanna see me shine they dont wanna see me smiling no
They just wanna see me cry but I get lit like

a running back 

Nigga been trapping got shit in a mason jar 
Zip lock bags and I keep me some tuger ware 
Vacuum seal it up so the smell you compress it

Northwest side we up in this bitch, yeah yeah
I break it down into sixteen zips, yeah yeah
Check it, guess I'm back the way I left it
And yea I guess

it’s bout 10k to fly in
Yeah you I’m lit as shit my name 808
Bang a nigga Bitch like A 808
Smoke a couple Zips I be high for days
LA Kookies Trip Bitch

homie out the zip
Think you lit
Let’s get it Bitch
I’m on some shit
Extra clips
Wit cooling kits
We drillin' shit
I use the clip
Reuse clip
I bet I hit