Z-ro - f** Dat n***a lyrics

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Z-ro - f** Dat n***a lyrics

(feat. Will-Lean, B.G. Duke, Point Blank) [Lil' Flip] Oh, yeah, all the f** n***as got to get the f** out the way You know what time it is n***a, Screwed Up Click [Chorus: Lil' Flip] Man f** dat n***a, (f** dat n***a) Runnin your mouth I'ma touch dat n***a Man f** dat n***a, (f** dat n***a) If you neva heard by my state b**h screwed up n***a Will-Lean you ridin (Yeah I'm ridin) B.G. Duke you ridin (Yeah I'm ridin) Z-Ro you ridin (Yeah I'm ridin) Point Blank you ridin (Hell yeah I'm ridin) Let's go [Will-Lean] Motha f** you, I rush you, b**h I don't thrush you Like AT&T (My abilityne) b**h I didn't touch you Brush ya, like your head off your shoulders getgusha Block my desert Eagle to the bone and crusha You see I'm a hustla just look at my wrist All yellow canary diamonds lookin like pants Yo Flip yo Flip, these boys actin tall I got money and respect plus I'm packin problems Stackin no dollars n***as want to f** wit me If your sweater is all good, so tuck your hid Even though I'm on parole I still cluntch my hid Because the Streetsweeper That sweep up the street [B.G. Duke] I got my girl that ain't your mama I smack you with the pistol and tell you I ain't your mama I'm ready for drama I sleep wit a four pound It ain't sh** cause see I send my three laps to your town Lays, we just ain't talkin' about you Cause some of these n***as is b**hes too And you know who, no need to say no name Cause I'ma gas these n***as like a tank of propane They say we ain't strap, they lied to ya They say Flippa ain't from cloverland, they lied to ya We got the magin three kitchen, they ain't lyin bro Manufacturin clinin sixcase we ain't tired bro [Chorus] [Z-Ro] Every time I open my mouth, I'ma see talkin' sh** f** a rat n***a I slap n***a These b**h you keep on walkin b**h I represent the Southside of Screwstum Texas I got my name spinnin yellow down that right upon my rap a lot necklace f** some shine bro I loosened it to You better get rich with my tech weapon that came from coupe Cause I'm a gangsta my n***a comin from the left side If you put that n***a if your tooth in the chest fire I'm the king of the Ghetto I gave myself that name Ain't nobody here gettin' rich I make myself that change Talkin' about chores and two thousand dollars to spend a verse b**h I'm a Legend read about me f** it come see about me Right now I'm in glove eleven n***as and seven record labels You can jump my neva a** line to straight up to strangle Z-Ro the crippa gangsta the Screwed Up Click f** all in here and I said go ahead and choose up b**h [Chorus] [Point Blank] Watch your mouth now Cause what you say could bring d**h One day you gon say some sh** that a n***a can't expect Point Blank the bull, b**h you trip off the whole block You ain't gotta be a cloverland to be a cloverland G block Boy we run this sh**, Flip havin fun wit this sh** He trippin blood how the f** get a gun in this b**h When I see him 99 Southside gon be all right I know I might do some time Just shoot me a kite I rap straight through the heart So I shoot straight for the heart If Flip said f** T.I. then it's f** dat mob South sid filly to a flat line trick Talk a lot of sh** but I could beg my b**h what sup [Chorus] [Lil' Flip] Oh no that n***a ain't scarin me I don't wanna hear about your a** weighin keys This lil n***a ain't a threat you a peon n***a Cause in my hood I play the corner like Deon n***a The n***as are f**in wit you cause you pay em for beats And I saw the bull sh** grill you got on your teeth My grill cost 30 G's, my ice cost 15 Say you gain a little weight if you drank some leen Hey I got beef what a n***a done with 80 pounds He weared my bracelet in the pool that n***a probably drown Pitbull got my back Pastor Troy got my back And you know Ludacris got my f**in back Askin about my whole team you now I role wit G's So why should I feel man and bleed like me Down in Texas we ain't k**in you kid That's for records sells go I'm k**in you b**h [Chorus] [Lil' Flip] n***a how you gonna charge Z-Ro 20 gram for a motherf**in [Verse] n***a that sh** ain't worth a god damn wing dammit b**h

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