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kick the cup - zaybang lyrics

[intro]
f*cked up
n*ggas sippin’ h*lla drank

[verse 1]
i sip drank, i can’t lie, i be f*cked up
when i was broke, life showed me always tough luck
two glocks, i ain’t rockin’ with no nunchucks
cdg on my feet, we don’t do chucks
i got a flight to miami, and it’s first class
i did time in that pen’ takin’ bird baths
you can have my ex b*tch with her bird ass
see, it’s a fully on this a, i know they heard that
n*gga, look, my last case i had two sticks
i need a b*tch that could cook, i don’t do ruth chris
you takin’ pics with that gun, that don’t prove sh*t
the gang tats on the ‘gram, you a doofus
drop an eight, finna [?], this a loose leaf
i could only fit the b*tch in this two*seat
don’t do no mentions on the ‘gram, you gon’ lose me
and n*ggas on that clubhouse talkin’ loosely
nana told me kick the cup like i’m bruce lee
i be always to the neck, i got two*three
the diamonds turn differеnt colors like a mood ring
and if i ever slip up, n*gga, bluеs me
it’s two hundred on the dash, this a c8
and if i ever go broke, n*gga, cheesecake
i’m screamin’ f*ck the gang task and the da
you n*ggas answerin’ them questions with some leeway
[chorus]
my brother caught another case, i hope he fight that
leave some sh*lls in a sucker (ayy), n*gga, fight back
talkin’ murder on the phone, i won’t like that
i make a broke b*tch beat it like i’m mike jack
just got a three, finna drop it in a simply
a broke b*tch always talkin’ ’bout she miss me
it’s three n*ggas, three guns, always six deep
they wanna see a n*gga broke stuck on sixth street
and why these n*ggas call my phone, what that heat said?
i’ve been tryna find some peace on the freeway
just got a message from the pen’, he need a j pay

[verse 2]
losin’ my mind, i’ve be feelin’ like i’m kk
be down bad, but it’s crazy ’cause my cake right
i miss guns, we was thuggin’ on them late nights
some n*ggas only keep a gun ’cause they can’t fight
we really tryna k!ll somethin’, know we ain’t right
that n*gga really from my hood, but we ain’t tight
i be tryna get some head on a date night
and she could really get a bag if she laced right
a paid lawyer couldn’t even get his case right
i swear to god i sip drank ’cause i’m f*cked up
life taught me h*lla lessons, n*gga, touch luck
it’s two glocks, i ain’t rockin’ with no nunchucks (n*gga)
remember i was down bad, now i’m too up (n*gga, ayy)
it’s twenty*fours on this jeep, this a new truck
and let them people get behind me, i’m in sport*plus
at thirteen, i had strap on a short bus
i’m on them nerd n*ggas’ block, i done scorched up (ayy, n*gga)
it’s on my hip, it ain’t never in my backpack
send a zelle, i don’t really f*ck with cash app
ain’t see the 08 piece, i know they big mad
it ain’t sh*t to keep pop when the whip fast
yeah, a n*gga down bad, but my cape right
you don’t know how i be feeling on them late nights
i seen my brother freeze up, n*gga, stage fright
you better stay up on your toes like a caged fight
i swear i only sip drank ’cause i’m f*cked up
life taught me h*lla lessons, n*gga, touch luck
it’s two glocks, i ain’t rockin’ with no nunchucks
and f*ck n*ggas, they be feelin’ like it’s f*ck us
my brother caught another case, i hope he fight that
leave some sh*lls in a sucker (ayy), n*gga, fight back
talkin’ murder on the phone, i won’t like that
i make a broke b*tch beat it like i’m mike jack
just got a three, finna drop it in a simply
a broke b*tch always talkin’ ’bout she miss me
it’s three n*ggas, three guns, always six deep
they wanna see a n*gga broke stuck on sixth street
[outro]
and why these n*ggas call my phone, what that heat said?
i’ve been tryna find some peace on the freeway
just got a message from the pen’, he need a j pay

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