Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ziploc, artist - 2 Chainz. Album song So Help Me God!, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Gamebread
Song language: English
Ziploc |
Respected! |
(Mondo on the beat, what’s poppin'?) |
Tony, yeah |
Yeah, twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc) |
Add an extra gram for the Ziploc (Ziploc) |
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc) |
Graduated, I can make a brick lock |
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc) |
Add an extra gram for the Ziploc (Ziploc) |
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc) |
Graduated, I can make a brick lock (Tony) |
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc) |
Ridin' with my dawgs, that’s a pit stop (Pit stop) |
Droppin' chicken off, that’s a Wingstop (Wingstop) |
Show me all my sons out of wedlock, yeah (Ooh) |
Got the Draco in the headlock |
Tryna dodge a cell block, nigga full of bedrock (Bedrock) |
Got the whole look off the catwalk, uh |
Got it out the mud, out the asphalt (Asphalt) |
Shorty you so fine, have the look in your eyes |
With a big ol' booty, it’s yo ass fault (Ass fault) |
Told a nigga I know your kind, if you came on my side |
Would’ve robbed you with the mask off (Mask off) |
Told my young niggas don’t crash out (Crash out) |
Never let him know where the stash house (Stash house) |
Millionaire friends with the blacked-out mirror |
With the racks out, make his scale tap out (Tap out) |
Turkey bag on top of turkey bags (Turkey bags) |
Digit scale on top of digit scale (Digit scale) |
Glock .40 on Glock .40 (Baow) |
All while I had a record deal (Yeah) |
Why a nigga stayed in Riverdale? |
(True) |
Heard them niggas try and kiss and tell (Damn) |
Tried to charge nephew with a body |
Somebody OD’d on Fentanyl |
Yeah, twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc) |
Add an extra gram for the Ziploc (Ziploc) |
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc) |
Graduated, I can make a brick lock |
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc) |
Add an extra gram for the Ziploc (Ziploc) |
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc) |
Graduated, I can make a brick lock (Ooh) |
Shaking back off a juice fast |
Gorilla diet, went vegan |
Diamond link chain bling in the coupe fast |
Killers flyin' down seekin' |
Fifteen spread, two or three bad, losing (Shhh) |
Ten grams, tryna jump even |
Cooked 'em in Sprite, vanilla extract, still tick |
We ain’t been speakin' |
Plug, I’m really one of them (Yeah) |
The nigga you braggin' on, I probably fronted him |
Your family put up for collateral |
You go to rat & the passenger punish him |
Eight million dollars for a metric ton load |
Thirty-three M’s when you get the clip goin' |
Boat hit the dock, it was already sold |
Real street nigga with a mouth full of gold (Bah-bah) |
If I get arrested, my bail paid (Yeah) |
Projects, I stayed by the railway (Yeah) |
I stood on the block, then I got me a spot |
Now my daughter go shop for Chanel frames (Yeah) |
Tracking device on the back of the car |
But I’m thuggin', I know how to sell weight (Yeah) |
Acquirin' my cut, I’m controllin' the gutter |
Bitch, I’m from the slum where they sell H |
Yeah, twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc) |
Add an extra gram for the Ziploc (Ziploc) |
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc) |
Graduated, I can make a brick lock |
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc) |
Add an extra gram for the Ziploc (Ziploc) |
Twenty-eight grams in the Ziploc (Ziploc) |
Graduated, I can make a brick lock (Ooh) |
Let me tell y’all somethin' |
Boy these niggas right, boy these niggas really cap |
I’ll run through the god damn apartment |
Beating the block down, I’m talkin' 'bout stupid |
Had them fifteens in the muhfucka |
That esé said I’m gon' fold, nigga I ain’t |
Niggas talking 'bout, «Who the fuck that is? |
Boy that nigga ain’t gettin' money» |
I said boy, fuck you boy |
I been gettin' money, hell is you doin' boy? |
You the lame ass fuck nigga everybody been talking about |
Swear you was gettin' money, you are not gettin' money |
Yeah, I know your sister, she always callin me, talkin bout |
«Where he gettin' money? |
He really not gettin no money like that» |
Yeah, yeah, I really told you the truth |
Yeah I been hitting her |