Zilla F. Baby - Dirty Vans lyrics

[Zilla : Intro] n***as said Zilla not really spitting no more Zilla listening to trap to much You s**, you never gon' blow Man this for Mike Pavs and them n***as Kendrick and them n***as For Jodie Crown Stark I see you, uhhh [Zilla : Verse 1] Zilla not Hip-Hop, you kidding I'm submitting victims b**h when this sh** drop, I'm k**ing all civilian critics So don't rate the f**ing album just listen to it All these n***as leaving something cheap, like they tipping Jewish Lyrically I'm heavenly, melody caught a felony Had no evidence but the beat was there to tell on me Lemme stop and get back into this rap The hood never had geebs I'm bragging to the blacks Man I'm swaggin' to the max Hold up, hold up I said I swaggin' to the max, I'm saggin' that's a fact Cuz the money in my pockets got me dragging by the slacks A dragon when I rap, you other n***as kittens Wanna converse for a verse for a verse, are you kidding I'm dismissing bullsh** that you pitching Barry Bonds at the plate, in a steroid kitchen Spongebob the bars, give a minute to let it soak in It's 'Meek Mill' in this geeb, I know you hear what I'm toking Mouth full of spit like I'm snacking on a peppermint Lyrics equal excellence Raised in Hell but Heaven sent I thrash hard like a garage filled with thirty bands You can't tell me sh** I walked miles in these dirty vans [Hook] Dirty Vans (X10) [Verse 2] Stuntin' all day, I'm poppin black tags k**ing the Vans game might take it back to Half Cab Or the leopard print chukka's, Stussy tee will match that Low pros when I'm chillin', b**hes label me a terror Till they see me the next week, stuntin in them Eras Album on iTunes made me pay to put my sh** on Authentics for the club, lazy day grab the slip ons Got moms on the texts, milf mania, I'm scoring mothers Song called Dirty Vans, shout out to the Van Doren brothers I thrash hard like a grade filled with 30 bands You can't tell me sh** I walked miles in these dirty Vans [Hook] [Verse 3] If you rap you from Boro, best be on the f**ing watch Mike Pavs would get this work but I ain't on the clock Gael McMan*s kissing toes, in other words he taste defeat Robs getting annoyed, motherf**ers keep wasting beats I'm not lying forreal, that's what he told me bro That's why email full of beats sent from Tokyo I'm sh**ting everywhere, forreal I mean every room Hold your breath Zilla In Japan 2 coming soon The first one we made quick, kinda basic Recorded in an hour in the Trash Water basement I'm getting way off topic, lemme stop it In the co*kpit with a rocket bout to pop it You can't block it, Peyton Manning in the pocket Real question when did men begin to gossip? A bunch of Bridgewater n***as talking slick sh** Cuz they kissing on a b**h that's licking on my diznick Man this sh** is senseless ,I ended most friendships And locked myself away to find me you need forensics Told Vaughn one day, we'll cop matching Benzes Or maybe Audi's, smoking souie out in Maui With a rich b**h s**ing my dick until I'm outtie Scorching hot in the summer, man I'm giving early tans Y'all putting me to sleep quicker than thirty xans Smoking out to my own sh**, with them murky strands Pancakes and Bacon dropped I'm still wearing dirty Vans [Outro] Uhhh, tell me I can't sit again, hock a lougie Pavs step ya sh** up Chrome get ya bars up Zandrr give it up Gael McMan*s f** you Tyler Clark I see you Vaughn tell these n***as Rob get me out the the booth before somebody get murked Zilla F [Can't Blame You] [Japan/RQ : Verse] I've just been trying To set myself in a new direction I'm not fond of where I been And it's getting old, to stay this way Cuz I'm only ever around, when everything's away And after all these years, I can't blame you How I always end up, where I do