Nyche - Ziplock lyrics
rate meFresh cut with the box cutter
Money flown is dripping off of me, high butter
The block hugging me, never call me the block hugger
Money talks, I’m stepping over these cock suckers
Smell me, I’m getting paid on my day off
I’m tryina cake off the way Germaine made off
Huh, I’m fin to bomb hope you looking out
I break your jaw like a cud and get the cookies out
No high jacking the swag though,
Straight killing them killing them toe tag flow
I’m behind proof, y’all with it down
If you short of your dime, mine’s a quarter pound
Exotic, that blue dream, all my shit live, you stream
Mitch, I’m the reason while the strip hop
Got the city on a ziplock, smell me
[Hook]
My pants hang like a slipknot
Them niggas wanna hate, tell them kick rock
Them YF boys got the shit locked
Shit strong, you can smell it through the ziplock
Smell it through the ziplock, through the ziplock
Smell it through the ziplock, through the ziplock
Smell it through the ziplock, through the ziplock
Cruise through the black top drop that slow
When you getting gwap, the cops can’t know
I mean it’s evident, as long as there’s no evidence
I hop out, back of the truck just like a president
Fred went from a local to a cooker
To manager calling me up ,they wanna book ya
Ironic how things change, still got the strip parts
Ziplock came
Cuban link chain, look of a d boy, every real brick
I got a fake one, decoy
I destroy beats on the regular
I got sour, kush, regular
My pictures push for the cedar bra,
They get right, life couldn’t be better brah
They know me and Nyche from the street
You can smell it through the ziplock, 35 each, I’m gone!
[Hook]
My pants hang like a slipknot
Them niggas wanna hate, tell them kick rock
Them YF boys got the shit locked
Shit strong, you can smell it through the ziplock
Smell it through the ziplock, through the ziplock
Smell it through the ziplock, through the ziplock
Smell it through the ziplock, through the ziplock
Yo, told her get naked, or go home
New Chius, black ice, go for em
Atlantics with me, that’s known, known
Like grandma…got home sown
It’s about praying, I was out scrambling
Had to stand out, of course I’m outstanding
Honey mooning like Ralph Crandon, Ed Norton
Fiends leaning, some shooting, heads snorting
Red form ferrarri, got the coupe soaring
I’m sleeping, true snoring, you boring
Bang, bang, 2 warnings, 2 warnings
Next one have your blood pouring
Boob morning, mom sick, your aunt cry
The don sick, a real prick, aren’t i
I rish rock the tic tac, …in ziplocks
[Hook]
My pants hang like a slipknot
Them niggas wanna hate, tell them kick rock
Them YF boys got the shit locked
Shit strong, you can smell it through the ziplock
Smell it through the ziplock, through the ziplock
Smell it through the ziplock, through the ziplock
Smell it through the ziplock, through the ziplock.
