D_townn - Came from Zeal Lyrics

Talkin on the gram boy you Bess need some help
You point your finger at me but is 3 at yo self
Put my shooter on yo head then review him on yelp
Yea I'm talkin bout my bands but you Bess call it wealth
Stop talkin bout that bag if you don't know how to move it
Sayin that we fakin but that shit we really do it
Loadin up the glock now that nigga playin clueless
But I still caught you lackin pussy nigga when the moon lit
Bitch I flew outta state and I'm sendin back scripts
Put 10 on yo head and my bro collect that shit
I'm Sittin in the trap and I'm whippin with my wrist
F*ckin for some crud man you hoes make me sick
I wear a white tee I say f*ck the v lone
Got a gun at the door like this shit home alone
If you takin bout some money then you Bess call my phone
But when you speakin to me then you Bess watch that tone
My nigga in the pen but he boutta be home
If you beefin over bitches then you ain't grown
If we talkin bout rap then I'm the keystone
Hit yo bitch from the back while I sip on my patron
Lookin like Rick with some drool on your lip
Bitch was kinda cute but she a fool on the dick
Hit me for a bag but I just landed on the strip
Talkin on my name catch a bullet out the Lyft
Uber eat scams ion pay for a meal
I feel like method man and my bands is Lucille
Stop wearin that chain boy it's made out of steel
Free chop out the gates boy this shit is for real
I call it how I see it cuz that just how I feel
Makin money every day I don't need no deal
Whippin down the block bitch the tires still squeal
Put big bro in the back then pull the bands outta zeal