Illy Dee - Thumper (feat. Zazi Monn) Lyrics

I just walked up in the spot, bitch, I'm VIP
Bro just robbed a nigga for his Glock like cookies in a jar
If a nigga goin' diss my nigga, he gotta D.I.E
I gotta lay some shit down, yo, brodie, load the beat

I know these trenches gettin' dangerous, but I don't wanna leave
Matter of fact, we tap LA , I'm about to cop some trees
Zaza in my carry-on, Rollies in my jeans
I know I'm Zazi in the mazi, but I still pop all on the beef

I know I'm cooler than a fan, but I always keep that heat
We'll pull up in them Vans, leave that nigga in the street
Hit that nigga & his mans, made them both rest in peace
Gettin' money was the plan, but we stood on top of beef

I was aimin' for the ..., but I knocked him in his teeth
Bro, they hit him in his ..., I felt bad, he caught a two-piece
You ever seen a hundred bands? That nigga caught his number
He bout to whip a ..., I need a pot and a box cutter

My fiend hit his pipe, crack, melt like some hot butter
Blockstars, we been gettin' money, we blockhuggers
My bitch askin' bout this new bitch, I did not f*ck her
I ain't never worried when I'm in the club, cause we got thumper

Lock it up and then I wrap it with a plastic cover
Was bout to serve a zing, but then remember he was undercover
Seen the ... and dumped the whole shit, I'm puttin' niggas under
Killed two birds with one stone, caught him with his brother

Got the drop on them lil' niggas, let's take a ride
Popped two niggas same day, this the second time
They still ain't ride, boy got popped in his f*ckin' eye
Pay attention if I give you clues, nigga better read the signs

Fiends bangin' at my front door, nigga come inside
Every time we hit the opp block, niggas run and hide
If D hit the back door, then I'ma hit the side
I bet this 30 make him dance, hit the cha-cha slide

Bro said he slidin' in the lift, had to request a ride
He said he need some nine milli, but I got four fives
Nigga talkin' tough on the net, so he next to die
I was off the Migos and the Perks, so I wrecked the ride

This trap house, I got it been hot, Zazi fakes the blind
My everyday gun to floor, Nick, this is not a nine
If they catch me with a hundred keys, I'm sayin' that it's sugar
I'm bout to flip an eight ball, but I don't work at Snooker's

I took me like 50 from that white girl, but she not a hooker
This nigga mad, he said I f*cked this bitch and I ain't even do it
I put my dick inside her mouth, cause she talk too much
Bro said he need some activists, he pour the wock too much