Young Dolph - 16 Zips lyrics

rate me

(Verse)

I crack me a seal, pour me a 8

I stay fresh as fuck, in this everyday

Allergic to fuck niggas get out my way

Pull up in sumethin' stupid like who won the race?

Young nigga in the hood sellin' weight, when it come to my paper I don't got no patience

Yo conversation borin', I can't listen

Only money keep my attention

Had to break in down p's all night, work a bitch like my name Ike

What's love got to do wit it, I fuck her once then I'm through wit it

Throwback Sacramento king shit

If ya ain't see me, ya ain't see shit

Bought a root beer and poured lean in it

Every family got a dope fiend in it

Might pour a whole 16 in it

I been fuckin' these niggas bitches

That's just what we do in South Memphis

Ay, now we don't love em we share em

I smoke weed just to meditate

Got yo bitch and yo sister on a double date

(Hook)

I hopped out the Porsche then I hopped in the Lambo

Hopped out the Lambo then hopped in the Beam

Hopped out the Beam then hopped in yo bitch

Drop that bitch off and pick up a friend

Damn that Dolph nigga did it again, yeah he shitted again

All of my niggas, my niggas to the end

All of em family I ain't got no friends

I don't associate wit fuck niggas cause we don't speak the same language

Nah, I don't entertain broke bitches, they the type of hoes I stay away from, uh

I did all this shit off of 16 zips, I did all this shit off of 16 zips

Cracked a seal I got 16 zips, I did all this shit off of 16 zips

(Verse 2: Young Dolph)

I did all this shit off of 16 zips

Hop out the Lamb wit the Glock .19 and a 30 round clip

Pourin' medicine in my drink til its filled

I was born a street nigga yeah I'm guilty

Spent 150 on golden diamonds

Ya can see from across the street shining

Ya can hear me round the corner store

Smokin' out the pound, getting bluntie

Monday night I'm in Magic City, eatin' steak and shrimp and I'm throwin' money

I'm too unpat' don't know how to wait

Poppin' painkillers, countin' cake

Got yo bitch at the spot cleanin' up, smokin' weed wearin' lingerie

Look at the rocks on my wrist

Look at that ass on my bitch

Yeah, I keep a Glock on my hip

Smell like a pound when I'm shoppin' in filth

Did all this shit off of 16 zips, I did all this shit off of 16 zips

When I found me a new plug, back to back to 16 trucks

(Hook)