One Two - Z-Ro, Billy Cook

Anyway mayne I’m just out here tryna shake tha mothafucken potla fulla dolla

out u nomtalkbout

Everyday allday havin knot small pay niga what

Ha haaa… uhh I wake up early in tha evening around 5:30 or 6 my nextal phone

beepin from all tha calls I miss

Brush my grill until it looks like what’s around my wrist drop some kush in tha

cigarillo and then give it a twist pull out

Black t-shirt baige dickie pants black house shoes can’t forget my bandana to

give them tha blues open up the safe and grab

Some papuh call foward and hit sportsclips and let em know I need anotha tapah

call one up of tha smokuhs to wash my ride

Just like at tha carwash but he gon do it right outside I don’t kick it with

fellas I kick it with broads fellas act like females so why not

Kick it with a women from tha start my mind marinated full of liquor remember

me in «tha who the (?) is thicka"but I’m on swangas

Today and everything is blue over gray look out houston tx Z-Ro is on his way

I’m a let the top down

I’m a act one two… I’m a act just like a niga do (uh niga do)…

I’m a act one two… I’m a act just like a niga do

Nigaaa… iiiiiiiim gon let tha top down even doe I’m on 4s I ain’t swangin

rather roll cruise control

As tha cigarillo bloows cell phone ringin traffic light chaangaan…

Is a sunday screwd up day outside might as well pullout tha candy slab it’s

tyme to riiide (?) candy blue the purple rabbit for your eyeeez

And they think I’m slippn but I keep them pipes on my siiiide grippin

woodgraain homie if ya love ya like I’m run upon me maaayne you damn right

I’m a legend in tha gaaame it’s Billy Cook and that niga Joseph waaaayne yeah

we except check and loose chaaaange cause tha ghetto is where we come from

Tha same place (?) bitches run from since tha beginning I had a fist for a hand

but I turn it into winna ya’ll hataz don’t understand minimum wage niga not

earing

Your hundred grand I can pay my own ways got my own money maayne b.I.l.l.y c.o.

o.k a foreign car now I was in tha droppa yesterdaay

Just like big hawk my cup is full of something bubblaaying and I’m on the

boulevard acting uggglay but I’m not swangin in n out of my lane speakin of my

trunk and tha gorillas inside it just

Makin it bang if a jacka comes my way… I load my ak don’t think I won’t spray

it’s gon be yo last daay I work to damn hard for mine 24/7 on tha grind all you

gon end up with is ahh hard tyme

From I-10 tha (?) tha 59 south to purchase stack of that limon lime then I’m

out I’m bout to roll thru my homegirl house her man trippin cause he think I

got her strippin but we just flippin and ain’t no

Club hoppin even if tha club poppin I’m a dash neva even take my foot of tha

gas headed to tha studio to drop a couple of songs when I’m finish we gon bound

to continued to roooam and let tha top doooowwn