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we say - z (of firing squad) lyrics

[chorus: z]
i got zips i let go for two*hundred
some ‘for a hand come talk to me
aye
i blow sticks with my b*tch we cruising
we just trynna move funds throughout the week
we say “break me off my cheddar please”
and catch the mac no d.r.e
i roll with my beretta z
just trynna stack that’s b.i.g

[verse 1: z]
look, my fam
go dumb
bout the funds, no bums
me and my b*tch make runs
so let me come, all huns
she hold the sack i hold the gun
i pull it back, we on the run
i’m trynna stack it ’til it’s done
we get to acting with the plug
fact i’m probably jacking d*ckey’s
sagging with a cuff
that one piraña with his dragon so we catch him when he bust
i like sign around the package so thе llama stay on tough
and i ain’t gangsta, but i’ll manage if the drama say what’s up
buckets on low*kеy
slumping at a slow speed
head tilted like a nose*bleed
probably puffing on a blunt
running with some ogs
ten toes that dough speaks
serve ’em then i’m skirting up out the parking lot, we gone
let me fade you while i pray for my pacers, i’m talking rocks
stacked like legos, better daygo
my case open, but that’s on god
from able i’ve connected a cable i’m blowing bomb
and i can noodle off the top for the state well you know the song
come on
[chorus: z]
i got zips i let go for two*hundred
some ‘for a hand come talk to me
aye
i blow sticks with my b*tch we cruising
we just trynna move funds throughout the week
we say “break me off my cheddar please”
and catch the mac no d.r.e
i roll with my beretta z
just trynna stack that’s b.i.g

[verse 2: twisted insane]
blood
roll deep
oe
ogs know me
z just hit me with a dope beat
i’mma kick this sh*t off like a goalie
stomping with the chucks on feet
finna walk up in the mo*mo
n*ggas don’t know
that i met your brother, than i’d rather be up on a solo sh*t
drink rum, have fun
brainsicks, pack rum
n*gga ain’t n0body act dumb
homie we are busting with the gat gun
somebody tell me when this rap done
hit the weed, it’s time to roll up
only f*cking with the z blunts
i was in the front and doing donuts
watch out when you in the west coast
everybody got the teflon
no restaurant
f*ck a sweater
make decisions better if you got a vest on
no*one’s getting
hang heat out the 4*door
the bros roll down the avenue when i add two to your polo
always repping san diego
added to i’m on with
bicardi is h*lla with sour cream
baking back on my own sh*t
mood, uhm
mood you
f*ck peace
you better be ready for h*ll come
if a n*gga talking ’bout f*ck me
hahaha
[chorus: z]
zips i let go for two*hundred
some ‘for a hand come talk to me
aye
i blow sticks with my b*tch we cruising
we just trynna move funds throughout the week
we say “break me off my cheddar please”
and catch the mac no d.r.e
i roll with my beretta z
just trynna stack that’s b.i.g

- z of firing squad lyrics

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