25 Lighterz

What's up to that Pokey

What's up to that Woldy

Always kept it real never act like they ain't know me

Soldier Boy love Z-Ro is who I am

Back in the days signed with that ex fam

Me in the phat and that Street Military

R I P Maleak in the day in the cemetery

But it ain't over chip on my shoulder

Catch me brand new candy blue range rover

Rollin to the end my skin is my sin

And like LiL KeKe say it never will ever end

Gots to keep flowing I'm a keep it going

Back in 92' I probably could kick your door in

Nigga lay it down lay it down you hoes lay it down

I reppin' for the South Side of that H-Town

Screwed Up Click until it's over with

AK with catch bag on my shoulder bitch

You will die fucking with that Ro

He ain't never been a bitch he ain't never been no hoe

Don't know how to be a broad don't know how to be a mark

I put the rubbers on cause it just turn dark

Mashing on the gas pocket full of cash

Looking for a yellow bone bitch with big ass

I ain't disrespecting just telling the truth

Ya'll know how I do it when I gets up in the booth

I'm a go hard till I chip my fucking tooth

In a fly murder four door of coof

Yeah I get my paper yeah I get my bread

I don't give a damn what you bitch niggas done said

Talking down on me cause I'm a get my spread

I ain't tripping I'm in the kitchen whippin' up a batch

Batch of them pies for all the time guys

Watching out for the FED they be in disguise

Looking like G looking like ballas

Looking like ture money making shot callas

But them boys laws yeah that's them folks

I ain't tripping cause I know it's hot on postoak

Back in the day I had a pocket full of rocks

24/7 365 around the clock

About to get paid stacking up my paper

I hit a lick then it's time for me to lay low

Just run on my screen on 360 playing Halo

Hoes dropping like it's hot when ever I say so

Cause I'm the man diamonds on my hand

Got big bass in the back of the blue van

It's blue over gold the story been told

Benjamin franklin and two blacks wheel 4

My flow is real cold I ain't never been wacked

And thanks to Bun-B and Pimp-C I got two gold plaques

They hanging on my wall pimp I miss you dog

Bun-B ride for that boy and make them crawl

Do it for the south and do it for the Hawk

And who ever don't like it keep my dick up in they mouth

I'm Screwed Up Click till they lay me in my casket

I ride around Houston with that plastic

Hand on my steel wood grain wheel

You can hardy see me with the diamonds on my grill

You can hide behind the parts of diamonds on my wrist

And can't nobody do it like me cause I do it like this

And never had love for a bitch

All I'm trying to really do is get rich

Trying to get my fucking bread baby

Ride in mercedes I know a nigga hate me

But I don't give a damn nah I don't give a fuck

Riding on drapped up 26's on my truck

Hell yeah bitch I know they large

Got three foreigns cars in my garage

I never sabotage my fucking career

Had to make it clear and I shed another tear

But nigga I'm real bumper and grill

When I do my music it's the music you can feel

Cause I'm just a G riding one deep

And every time I ride I ride with gun on seat

Watching out for jackers cause I know they scoping

Trying to leave a real niggas head wide open

Pulling down swangas cause they ain't clacking

I'm rolling on 20 inch 4's bitch what happening

Looking so fly I don't smoke fry

Got to be a G till the day that I die

That's my big homie boy that Lil Ke

Boy you know I love you it's you and me

In this damn thing we going to do it for the Screw

And do it for the South and I'm a do it for you

And you going to do it for me it's S.U.C.

Screwed Up Click until I D I E

Nigga don't get me crunk watch me pop trunk

Smoking on cush ain't never seen skunk

Man I'm so throwed caught me in the zone

I don't give a fuck about you calling on my phone

I fucks with the stripper versace on my zipper

This the nigga Ro taper fade with the clipper

I brought my partner for my partner Paul

About to make a million dollars and buy the whole mall

Call that bitch Mo-Town and it's gonna go down

A couple of day from now I got a show in your town

And I'm a get paid and I'm a get laid

And every car I drive, candy paint going to get sprayed

On the doors nigga and on the side dog

And I ain't scared I got jesus on my side dog

Hit the church house and then go work out

And after that you it's time to pull the purp out

And I'm a roll one and I'm a smoke one

And I'm a roll one and I'm a smoke one

And I'm a roll one and I'm a smoke one

Now I'm out of my mind that's what that smoke done

But I'm a maintain still in the same game

But only thing ain't making the same change

I getting paid boy you better believe that

A grammy on my shelf I'm a achieve that

Cause I can do it nigga even tho you say I can't

But I don't give a fuck about ya'll I'm about my bank

I hope you feel that bitch nigga you

You could put your wig back ain't nobody going to be missing you

You a hoe nigga not a role nigga

Cause Z-Ro make more doe nigga

More versus more mixtapes more shows nigga

And I ain't ever at home I'm on the road nigga

I'm chasing fedi baby ya'll ain't ready baby

Yeah I'm living like a motherfucking chevy baby

Or like a ford I'm buit ford ford tough

Blowing on that real real purple purple stuff

Talking about that cush got it from the band tho

Watch me come down with my pistol in my hand hoe

Don't run up on me if you don't want to get shot

I'm a grab my remote and give it all that I got

Hold up man hold up