RRBANDO - ZHP Lyrics

Uh, I can catch a rack, sittin' on my ass, but boy, that's too lazy, I never had to work no nine-to-five, boy
The streets paid me' amiri jeans, balenci sneaks, this ain't no Jimmy Choo, baby, uh, yeah, this ain't no Jimmy Choo, I'm from New Orleans
Where these hoes will set you up just for a purse, this shit so bad, 200's, flooded streets
Yea, they worse than percs, he pop a two, he grab a Glock, he tryna see if that bitch
Work, if she tryna yonk, ima yonk ha back, and thats just how it work, bae don't ask me
For no money, take this P and hit the block down, I can sell you whatever you need, don't
Try to rob me, you gettin' Glocked down, my pontas out the 9, you can swing em every play
He so smooth, yeah, nigga, he make 10K in a day, yeah, Navy, WellsFargo, shit, Bring him a Chase
I got a P, he got a P, you might as well call us trap bruddas, brudda hit my phone just for a G, f
Funny, Chris Tucker, cute lightskinned B****, I think I might as well just f*ckin' love her, man, f*ck, no, it ain't over, yeah, nigga, we back up on that bullshit
Brudda, ride with four clips, we don't do no tool shit, if a shawty wanna f*ck, I smack her with my full dick, I can cut your hair and grab a scale, on some smooth
Shit my YBs ball like Lakers, they mask up, just takers, if she suck my balls, I gotta put in, bottega, I ain't do no favors, I front you some, better bring that back
I hang you by a cable, Trapper of The Year, alright, Savage of The Year, alright, Money Makin Mitch
Alright, take a nigga bitch, alright, Glock with no switch, alright, phone got a glitch they like how you do that shit, trap booming with no pitch, you better not snitch, boy
You is a bitch, it's over at this
Bitch, it's over at this
Bitch