Zed Zilla - Memphis Shit lyrics

rate me

Rocking way down, we lift that, I swear I dream of a lil’

Heaving fake like biggest, small, the name is Biggie Rahim

If I can watch Marvin Gay so full of it, boy

I want that sexual healing while I pull on that oil

Yeah, double come here, color my nigga Pimp C

Tell him I got PT and we drinking for free

Tell that nigga Rick James that I sign with cocaine

See ‘em G in this bitch and you can catch you a drink

Tell that nigga Dupon that I’m gaining some weight

I just copped two big guns and they right on my waist

Tell that nigga Mack Dre he did it for the bait

This summer I been the hocus pocus, my life away, for real

Y’all busters came and they said to see on fact

Way before they separate he cashed the black to pay a flat

Then Triple C start dropping the murder tapes, ain’t nobody straight

Bunk bills at Yo Gotti, street wars mixtape

But I have respect for the both of them, would go to war for the both of them

Had to sit down and tell them niggas how close I was to both of them

Let me tell you about both of them, talk about money more than them

You should thank the G in me, but me, I should be owing them

Showing them, flowing them, pouring them another cup

Don’t want him, just get a pawn, now bitch get his dick sucked

Drop a stick, pay for game, niggas you should listen like

If it wasn’t for the Memphis shit, it would be a fucked up gang

King of the hood in my city

If you ain’t get money you ain’t repping my city

Been all around the world, do this shit for my city

Get money, keep it real, in it real for my city

I was bumping thousands in the trunk, cooking keys of coke

Choppers on the table, junk is running in and out the door

What a nigga know bout you, got it from the north

And if you want a pussy put your head on life support

Industry, we hold the court, thought to call a pair of juice

Thirty A revolver, …

Bumping project pam, the heat took down, dropped the chicken’s head

The chicken’s here in the kitchen, pulling missions, burning digits

On the KM, no question, jumped out my boat, made your blessings

Wife a lil’ like a cruise ship, nigga talk shit but won’t do shit

Been getting money, there’s no new shit, damn

King of the hood in my city

If you ain’t get money you ain’t repping my city

Been all around the world, do this shit for my city

Get money, keep it real, in it real for my city

I was selling classes out the trunk … on the rear end

With my brother, lifting these, stomp on them

Whoever juices might be it ever come from the tent

Get close to that pimping, slash that, drunk that

Make your bitch get the cop this, get your guns rolling

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A record sold, everybody wanna sound like the true shit

Some nigga shit, still a contract, that’s a reveling

Through the hood again, bringing artillery

Still came ain’t something, delivered it

Stick in that brain, I pivot it, got a …

Roll with a 45 in a trinity, these niggas gonna bring, gonna kill a man

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King of the hood in my city

If you ain’t get money you ain’t repping my city

Been all around the world, do this shit for my city

Get money, keep it real, in it real for my city

King of the hood in my city

If you ain’t get money you ain’t repping my city

Been all around the world, do this shit for my city

Get money, keep it real, in it real for my city