Wreckshop - Z-Ro, Z-Ro feat. D-Reck, Noke D, Nut

Ha, what, uh huh-uh huh-uh huh, what

Wreckshop, Wreckshop huh

Noke Deezy, D-Reezy

Weeeeeeeee-eeee-eeeeee

Came to Wreckshop, uh huh

Just to let you boys know that

Weeeeeeeee-eeee-eeeeee

Can’t be stopped, uh huh

Just to let you boys know that

It’s whatever whenever, wherever baby

You gotta have bread, if you want it all gravy

Country like jeah, but these cats can’t fade me

Heard what I said, so don’t try to play me

I came to Wreckshop, came to blow the spot

Like nitro I’m bout to blow, cause my flow hot

Since the days of P-A-T, I’ve been holding down the streets

Got a deal and got to eat, putting shoes on his feet

The Lex needs Spre’s, let me defreeze

Music is to bleed, but the game getting sleeze

Why this broom in my hand, like I’m the sandman

Swooping… off the stage, snatching mics out they hand

Now it’s my time, gots to put it down

Even if it’s night, I can make the sun shine

In this game I’m making hits, the Shop is the…

We the lottery pick, ain’t no stopping this

Weeeeeeeee-eeee-eeeeee

Came to Wreckshop, uh huh

Just to let you boys know that

Weeeeeeeee-eeee-eeeeee

Gon turn it out (turn it out y’all)

Just to let you boys know that

It’s the Noke Deezy, man I’m off the heezy

I came here, to do my thug theezy

Please believe me, I wreck shop

Every damn hood, every city, every block

Got it on lock, muy caliente

Riding like Sensei, rolling on vientes

That’s 20's, if you didn’t know

My whole roll, sold with your…

Moving too fast, you need to slow down

City of Syrup, call it H-Town

What you lost, is what we found

Platinum songs, platinum bound

See I’m a platinum soul survivor

I’m a platinumlly, provider

I’m a platinum ghost rider

And I’ma always be a platinum street fighter

Weeeeeeeee-eeee-eeeeee

Came to Wreckshop, uh huh

Just to let you boys know that

We came to Wreckshop, until the Shop is wrecked

Surrounded by A-R 1−5's, and Glocks and techs

It’s Z-Reezy, D-Reezy and Noke Deezy

Sipping on something purple, blowing treezy believe me

Making it look easy, when I’m doing my thang

Whether Southwest red, or hoover blue in the game

Got our grind on, lying to fellas that’s outta line

About to burn me the plex… chest with that iron

Feeling fine and lovely, even when it get ugly

I know I’ma make it, because the Lord is above me

Divine in the bench, and make me hard to hit

Hating me is like a habit, and it’s hard to quit

I’ll be chasing paper money, making maneuvers I’m mad with it

Acting like a fella, that ain’t never had with it

I’m a soldier united for cash, worldwide

I do the body rock, and then I do the Southside

Weeeeeeeee-eeee-eeeeee

Came to Wreckshop, uh huh

Just to let you boys know that

Weeeeeeeee-eeee-eeeeee

Gon turn it out, uh huh

Just to let you boys know that