Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Water Zips, artist - Est GeeDate of issue: 17.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Water Zips |
| Say Runtz, this shit what I been goin' through lately, you heard me? |
| Yeah, uh, uh, yeah |
| Slidin' through the streets, took off my cleats and got some peace from it |
| I been here since I was selling water zips for three hundred (FOREVEROLLING) |
| First time I hit something with that blick, I had a weak stomach |
| 7.62 bullets knock the numbers off of 300 |
| He ain’t die, but his remaining life gon' be a cucumber |
| Niggas can’t out-snake me, I’m a king cobra |
| The realest ass, the trenches let my brother run through three boulders |
| Last one so ign’ant, that the J, he wish he could re-smoke it |
| Next time I see Henry, I know it might be a shootout |
| Serving on probation with a anklet at my boo house |
| Give your life to me, and what I do and you get flewed out |
| Leave it in ho raw while she on top and let it ooze out |
| Her head was so stupid, would’ve thought she had two mouths |
| He said, «Are you sure you don’t wanna talk?» |
| And I said, «No doubt» |
| Took a break from trappin', started rappin', made a new drought |
| Talking to them ratchets get you clapped at your new house |
| Your bitch said you’re so scared, told me everything I knew 'bout |
| They said he almost dead, so I’m just praying they pull the trigger (Swear to |
| God, please let 'em pull the trigger) |
| Slidin' through the streets, took off my cleats and got some peace from it |
| I been here since I was selling water zips for three hundred |
| First time I hit something with that blick, I had a weak stomach |
| 7.62 bullets knock the numbers off of 300 |
| He ain’t die, but his remaining life gon' be a cucumber |
| Niggas can’t out-snake me, I’m a king cobra |
| I gave niggas history and something real to beef over |
| We take sons from fathers and give mamas shit to weep over (Cartel) |
| Puerto Rico Dave just tapped my hip, I put that pack on it |
| Vacuum-sealed with inner tubes to eat the base, got stamps on it |
| Dick inside her purse, you get berserk, I put that lamp on it |
| Making slick remarks, get no response, can’t even hear that shit from where I’m |
| at |
| Never went through theatrics, just put eighteen zips on Cali meds |
| Losing like a tool, I ain’t open up a package yet |
| Re-rock in my kitchen, doin' re-cooks |
| 'Cause Sandra posted bond for my lil' brother, he got re-booked |
| A hundred bricks of tan in minivans, I got the streets shook |
| I met Teflon Mark in Phipps Plaza in Atlanta, I’m with OG Ken |
| Sell load, got stopped, but I recovered, this is no pretend |
| Smiling on a boat with my lil' bitch, I just been focusing |
| Cigar smoke, got caught up in the moment when I soak it in |
| Covered up my face in public, hope nobody notice it |
| I cover up her face and fuck her, I know that she loving it |
| She look back and say, «Bae, I’m cummin',» I can’t hear you, come again |
| Slidin' through the streets, took off my cleats and got some peace from it |
| I been here since I was selling water zips for three hundred |
| First time I hit something with that blick, I had a weak stomach |
| 7.62 bullets knock the numbers off of 300 |
| He ain’t die, but his remaining life gon' be a cucumber |
| Niggas can’t out-snake me, I’m a king cobra |
| I gave niggas history and something real to beef over |
| We take sons from fathers and give mamas shit to weep over |