Rene - Z Lyrics

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You would think I was out the gutta the way I swang this cutta
My brudda said one cutta ain't enough so I bought another cutta
I'm sitting on FN, Smith n Wesson, I carry this bitch like luggage
If rap don't work I'm goin' back to being the biggest bowl toucher nigga
The biggest spot rusher
But I know my soul different
I'm in the cut and I'm laying low, bitch all my windows tinted
Got Permanent cuts all on my teeth like I done seen the dentist
I need a chain that match my teeth, I might go get that tennis
I might go get that tennis
Ho don't speak to me
I ain't trippin' bout no pussy that my nigga beat
Ho I ain't tripping bout you trickin' ho, but you ain't tricking me
Can't put no time into no demon I just press delete
She put me all on her close friends, I know she tempting me
Bitch If you can't get a bag with me you ain't impressing me
If I do a verse for buddy he gone pay the fee
South Florida Nap that's 239, I done came out the C
If I modify this clip it can't be on my side
If I can't hit you with this 12 bitch I deserve to die
I'm ridin' around with all this heat like I'm the f*cking chief
I hold that SK by my side, that bitch gone scrape my feet
I don't have no beef, I ain't into it with nobody
Nigga I done changed my image up, they used to say I was nobody
I can't do no BBL, I rather me a ho with no body
I can't be your side nigga bitch, I like me a ho with nobody
I'm Moonwalking, I'm shit talking, bitch I'm smoking Wham
I pray this money counter jam before my pistol jam
Bitch I'm working on gettin' this skrilla, I can't be your man
I'm finna tap in with my bro he got them thangs for cheap
Lil buddy sent me his lil tape and every song was weak
I gotta charge for dick bitch nothing in this world is free
My momma came out the motherland, bitch nigga I'm really z
I done came out the 239 ho, I'm reppin' Haiti
Bitch I'm really Z