Zipped Up (feat. BDF DUFFY) Video (MV)

Everybody wanna be a hood nigga till you get zipped up
Got that cheese fast as f*ck, you can't rip us
Bag in my left hand, I still got that right touch
You get into that bread last, you gotta keep the crust

In my damn bag like some loose chains niggas always f*ckin' hatin' cause they ain't
Gettin' paid GPS told me it's my turn so I need that
Ways Shoot my shot at your bitch then I fade away
Brainstorm with dark clouds, how the f*ck it rain

Piano keys on this beat like we Beethoven me and DJ cookin' shit like we in the oven
Niggas always talkin' shit till we at they function
You my blood talkin' shit, bitch you not my cousin
Hit your bitch with this dick then I got to run it

You be chattin' in your raps, bitch you know you frontin
Kicked this nigga in his chest, he need Robitussin
Had NBA dreams since a young boy In the whisper room
But I'll still be makin' noise

See your bitch this way, then I'ma have to avoid
Me and Zay twin flame and we stay lit
Niggas always act like hoes, man they make me sick
I'm a doctor ran out of patient so it make me sick

Steady hangin' with my dog like I'm Michael Vick
This bitch think she a treat, she gon' get tricked
Me and Zay on that court, we gon' ball and shit

I don't f*ck with Hellcats, but I like demons
Said she want this dick so her ass gotta feel it
F*ckin' on this country bitch like I'm Fitsit Felix
This ain't f*ck nigga free, bitch this the remix

Hit your f*ck nigga with this motherf*ckin' heat stick
I don't need no handout nigga you can keep
Came in this world alone, I don't need no bitch

I be fightin' with my hands, I don't need no stick
She think she hot shit so she don't need no dick
Me and DJ in this studio so we gettin' lit
Hit your granny with a motherf*ckin' karate kick

I don't need no f*ckin' talkin', bitch just suck and spit
Pockets fat like Rick nigga so I don't shop at Ross
Workers around my body nigga so I became a boss

Rich nigga habits, I be sippin' on that Voss
Got the keys in the box nigga so I became a vault
Runnin' with the Hawks since the age of eleven
Everybody wanna be a hood nigga till you get zipped up

Got that cheese, that's a fault, you can't rip us
Bag in my left hand, I still got that right touch
Bag in my left hand, I still got that right touch