Fred The Godson - Zimmerman lyrics

rate me

(Feat. Main Man)

We walk around straps in the night time

With any bitch with a wild one

Now your funeral on night line

TV and might fuck you, you know I’mma busting

Man is chose this

My gun it’s get mess to shut shit

Call the floster, I got the hinch man now clap for us like Zc Moris I sink potential

Shit, I’mma roll on the pray on

Try it on the hoody with some skills nigga treavor

I’m botu man with the K on

I get your body out line and get some pray on

I’m from the Browns all we know it’s murder

Nigas get murder over nigga play the burners

Does a shutter born everyday

This niggas I never heard of

I know you blame you mother and you don’t want me to heard it

Be aware, hope this words make you wake up

You got squers in yout circle, shape up

Silences are like pop-pop...

Is all the same when is pop-pop banging

For the money all of, I get that ball Bejamin

The whole hood want my all turn zimmerman

I told ém the job zimmerman

I told ém the job zimmerman

I put money on ém, I get that ball Bejamin

The whole hood want my all turn zimmerman

I told ém the job zimmerman

I told ém the job zimmerman

Anybody my nigga’s farewell

A Maserati staring, every nigga is staring

Shwnty I get that area

Score on the silence so I won’t get no hearing

Everybody hearing in the ex

Want heroine, at last, I shut him in the leg

You know I woulnd’t do that even if he kind of worthing

I even shut the caps

I’m from the Browns all we know is guns

Fuck the rest unless the recepies is done

Know they felt, I’m from the shelft and nigga I’m from the slum

Worth make the ...bang so rappers here I come

I’m with my main man, main man

TBMTMC it’s like game bang

Well is it what is is dog

Ain’t nothign for free but free is so

I put money on ém, I get that ball Bejamin

The whole hood want my all turn zimmerman

I told ém the job zimmerman

I told ém the job zimmerman

I put money on ém, I get that ball Bejamin

The whole hood want my all turn zimmerman

I told ém the job zimmerman

I told ém the job zimmerman

Ain’t no one tell ém cort

When the choppers on deck like a haley port

You ain’t coming hard better stay home

Playing for money, own ém like you play on phone

TMC where the fuck the car is

Ask rest ‚til your crimp in your hotel

Poul yeah I know you hear cuz the bread real

Run down on you like a fucking train man

I said I’m doing like a text message

Don’t make it put a verse on your dead record

But I’m on the plane, texing, they flyin g

Do it I’m on, door I’mma swicth ok

617 all duded stuck on the ...nine milimeter better call the reverend

What to wait in my state I’m connected

Anything pass and try, stay calm and ...

This is bango, what you calling my young boy keep the nigga on grooving

She fuck with my ..yeah I record that

You better learn that