Z What I Z Video (MV)

(True, hell, you makin' noise, boy)

He a good rapper, his rhymes be fly
600K for the crimes I dodged
I get involved, it's not a façade
Another whip like a parking garage
She a lil' baddy, I put her on TV
I'm shittin' on niggas and blessin' the needy
Switchin' my bitches too easy, you never gon' see me
I'm poppin' out on 'em like 3D, ayy (ayy, ayy)
Eighty percent of my niggas, they all be ZZ (uh, uh, uh)
You got all four of my numbers, just call you need me (uh, uh)
You could just ring me, you know I never decline (uh, uh, uh)
I cut off Lil Robert, that nigga just never'll slide

Back in the hood like a Lambo' truck
Nigga, you a bitch, don't stand on nothin'
Two straps, everybody hands on guns
Put a raw bitch on lock, no bond
Sippin' on Don, come f*ck on the don
Sorry, lil' mama, I'm one of them ones
Brand new K with a hundred round drum
Mama, your son ain't never gon' run
Savin' these hoes ain't makin' no sense
Breakin' the code, that made them a snitch
I want that girl so bad it's sick
Top 10, I put our name on the list
F*ck 12, they wanna see me losin'
Got a son out here, I can't be foolish
Tok and Rico my brothers, three stooges
Get the drop on the opps, sweep through it
We gon' keep shootin', make 'em keep movin'
Yellow tape on the scene, gotta detour
Put a switch on the Glock, put a stock on that bitch
When you shoot it, it's never gon' recoil
I got too many bitches, I need one
I be shittin' on the opps, got 'em pissed off
With your pinpoint at the clearport
I hop on the PJ and I lift off
So much blues, I damn near could crip walk
And my drip got wings like Rick Ross
Throwin' bullets, my Z got picked off
Wolph died, I feel like it's his fault
How you feelin'? I'm feelin' a lil' off
I'ma go MIA, I'ma get lost
And one thing about me, I'ma drip sauce
You can't Z what I Z, I'm a big boss

He a good rapper, his rhymes be fly
600K for the crimes I dodged
I get involved, it's not a façade
Another whip like a parking garage
She a lil' baddy, I put her on TV
I'm shittin' on niggas and blessin' the needy
Switchin' my bitches too easy, you never gon' see me
I'm poppin' out on 'em like 3D, ayy (ayy, ayy)
Eighty percent of my niggas, they all be ZZ (uh, uh, uh)
You got all four of my numbers, just call you need me (uh, uh)
You could just ring me, you know I never decline (uh, uh, uh)
I cut off Lil Robert, that nigga just never'll slide

Ayy, uh
You can't Z what I Z, I'm a big boss
Don't think you a big threat, boy, you a lil' off
Wanna be extra, better go kill somethin'
You ain't got a foreign, go get one
Bad bitch chase me, I'ma still run
I'ma go run through hot lil' crew like it was nothin'
All these bitches be ringin' my number
All these bitches wan' have me a son
Too picky, I'm pickin' my one
I be drippin', they lickin' it up
And we bringin' the beef to the club
See them niggas, we shootin' it up
Bad lil' bitch don't wanna be wife
I'm takin' this bitch out the cut
Bad lil' bitch don't wanna be wife
I'm makin' this bitch my slut
I'm stickin' my thumb in her butt
I lock eyes with the opp in the club, I scream out, "What?"
And I'm sorry I don't wanna f*ck
I've been thuggin', I ran out of love
I be keepin' my mind on bucks
Put a f*ck nigga 'round real niggas
And you gon' see he could never adjust
I was just home, I was on the run

Sorry, I was on the run
Poppin' my shit havin' fun
Nothin' but 'Za in my lungs
Fo' sho'