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like therez 12z in the trunk - z (of firing squad) lyrics

[intro: z]
flapping like there’s twelves in the trunk (like there’s twelves in the trunk) (x2)
yeah
y’all with me?
y’all with me on this one?
aye

[verse 1: z]
totally got my mob
but when they call i’m blowing [?] frequent
told em to get the reeving weed and to sign to heagen my heads are leaking
coasted in my bug or factory slumping like these 12z are peaking
west coast busted
i roll for my death like it’s pac speaking
(west side)
i’m already over the hype like f*ck it they sleeping
walking up in they room
while flipping their mattresses while their speakers beating
(they f*ck you gon listening to?)
i’m getting domed up
i’m indecent
this microphone busting like 10 pieces
i’m counting b*tches when i spend it
hope it’s increases
who’s gonna fend me or my family?
or i send jesus
i’m brainsick since age zip
so my past speaking action on my bag breathing
like f*ck it i’mma swiss cheese it
look i’m just swollen trynna roll this blunt
steering with my knee
b*tch sucking me when the cruise is on
i got the banger in the glove compartment and couple half piece sitting where the luggage go
[hook: z]
i’m just whipping, count my money
my b*tch sucking me like slurpees
factory speakers slapping like there’s 12s in the trunk
swisher getting split then i’m expelling the guts
swisher getting lit then i’m exhaling a skunk
whipping, counting money
my b*tch sucking me like slurpees
factory speakers slapping like there’s 12s in the trunk
swisher getting split then i’m expelling the guts
swisher getting lit then i’m exhaling a skunk

[verse 2: z]
catch me smoking like a broke down bucket
that’s on my grandpa
i be postal with a half ounce, puffing
positive answer
regular tropicals chocolates are nothing
they just don’t pass it
particular
my preference of stuffing is strictly habit
but carry then we can sit it
encryptical mental contracted
i’m a traffic passer to flip and relentless with this pistol i’m packing
(pistol i’m packing)
i get these chippers like a beaver
i’m a cleaver and a heathen
i’mma f*ck em till they feed us commas
(give me the money)
i’ll count dollar till they turn to hundreds
f*ck her while i’m getting blunted
stable by my team osama (boom, boom)
i’m on the highway like roadk!ll
driving off of four pills
talking bout no doses momma (hahahah)
me and my girl we flip a lot
sh*t on all these pre*madonnas’
sparking up this green iguana
(come on baby let’s go)
state to state will fire with me
hope i get the lethal bomb
i’m driving like the creep is on us
[hook: z]
i’m just whipping, count my money
my b*tch sucking me like slurpees
factory speakers slapping like there’s 12s in the trunk
swisher getting split then i’m expelling the guts
swisher getting lit then i’m exhaling a skunk
whipping, counting money
my b*tch sucking me like slurpees
factory speakers slapping like there’s 12s in the trunk
swisher getting split then i’m expelling the guts
swisher getting lit then i’m exhaling a skunk
whipping, counting money
my b*tch sucking me like slurpees
factory speakers slapping like there’s 12s in the trunk
swisher getting split then i’m expelling the guts
swisher getting lit then i’m exhaling a skunk
whipping, counting money
my b*tch sucking me like slurpees
factory speakers slapping like there’s 12s in the trunk
swisher getting split then i’m expelling the guts
swisher getting lit then i’m exhaling a skunk

- z of firing squad lyrics

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