z money - take it dere كلمات الأغنية
[intro]
cicero on the beat
yeaaa
that trap way sh-t n-gga
you know how we trappin’
z money
[hook]
you want a brick, i got the key, i charge forty-six
smokin’ p-ss, that stanky sh-t, shout out hood rich rip
i’ma vice lord, but i f-ck with crips, four five on my hip
gucci dipped, i just left from phipps, they ain’t got sh-t
takin’ trips, glock it take ya limbs
i don’t know sh-t, plead the fifth
straight a catch my drift, f.n catch these tips, (yeaaa)
eighty-thousand on me so stop askin’ why i got a limp
all these b-tches on me got ’em askin’ why he not a pimp
[verse 1]
i got t.v.l’s, that’s gon’ k!ll
screamin’ long live neal
mercedes-benz i popped it on the curb, verde on the wheel
tear off at wet willie
what, what real, is i really deal
trappin’ in the hood, i’ma hero just like emmett till
but this hero here, dropped ten bands, get a n-gga k!lled
like that in the field
he’s not like that, he ain’t off a pill
would he really k!ll
that’s the question, would he, would he drill
send him on a drill
gettin’ us f-cked up, now y’all take a l
dope dealer now you can’t tell, look at my car, and how i smell
i’m feelin’ myself
with no help, but i got the bail
he came in his cell
steady flodgin’ like he got the bail
he robbin’ his self
he ain’t flodgin’ ’cause i need some bails
[hook]
you want a brick, i got the key, i charge forty-six
smokin’ p-ss, that stanky sh-t, shout out hood rich rip
i’ma vice lord, but i f-ck with crips, four five on my hip
gucci dipped, i just left from phipps, they ain’t got sh-t
takin’ trips, glock it take ya limbs
i don’t know sh-t, plead the fifth
straight a catch my drift, f.n catch these tips, (yeaaa)
eighty-thousand on me so stop askin’ why i got a limp
all these b-tches on me got ’em askin’ why he not a pimp
[verse 2]
buscemi my belt, buscemi my boot
her purse chanel, a bentley my coupe
just comin’ to serve it ’cause i set bail
we came in with kel’s and him and his shooters was high as h-ll
if i ever fail i’m back in o.t.a and sellin’ bails
but i can’t fail
my stove is so real, i got a tick
just send ’em to here
ain’t worried ’bout that i got dope to sell
can’t wait on no mail
i’m goin’ to get it, drive it back myself
when i get there
i’m taxin’ n-gga i got top shelf
they like, f-ck, h-ll, chicago got a lotta’ heroin sales
they like, f-ck, h-ll, chicago got a lotta’ bullet sh-lls
when you go there
take your gun, cause it’s guns everywhere
when you go there
take your drugs, ’cause junkies everywhere
[hook]
you want a brick, i got the key, i charge forty-six
smokin’ p-ss, that stanky sh-t, shout out hood rich rip
i’ma vice lord, but i f-ck with crips, four five on my hip
gucci dipped, i just left from phipps, they ain’t got sh-t
takin’ trips, glock it take ya limbs
i don’t know sh-t, plead the fifth
straight a catch my drift, f.n catch these tips, (yeaaa)
eighty-thousand on me so stop askin’ why i got a limp
all these b-tches on me got ’em askin’ why he not a pimp
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