Ivo24k - Z2A

I ain't come to play, I'm going Z to A
Half pound of za, takin' Slapwoods to the face
Niggas died for runnin' up just like they came in second place
Fuck the alphabet, I'd do this bitch backwards any day
Z get his man zipped up just like a bape hoodie
Y do you keep tryna act hard if you the main pussy
My X bitch couldn't even squirt, she had that lame pussy
Got a W in the jeans, I'm blowin' racks like it was change to me
VVS diamonds on my neck, it give me frostbite
U was in your room punchin' air cause you can't fight
T.T. told me put her on the scams and now she on the flights
S-class Benz on the way, I need that bitch tonight
R, you shittin' me? I miss my nigga QB, he doin' better things
She pushin' P up out that pussy, I need wetter things
Said you pushin' P like Gunna, niggas eatin' cheddar cheese
O to the N, know what the fuck goin' on, I'm tryna chase M's
You took a L like Kanye, tryna chase Kim
K like the back of a pencil, it's erasin' him
Look, I just spent some racks up on the bot, tryna punch J's
I ain't never really gave a fuck, what they gon' say
I hope you niggas find God, but in a bad way
Look, I said I wouldn't kill you back in April, but this Glock May
H for the Hermes, I'm puttin' belts to asscheeks
Man, I got a G on me, right now, in the backseat
Never gave a F about his mans, he get his ass beat
Niggas on E, smokin' gas, he found last week
I gave a D, she left a five-star rating
I C why you mad, talkin' shit up out your mom's basement
Better B, tryna better you or you gon' die, ayy
A, I'm mean good, you gon' die from all that starvation
A, niggas tryna play, but we can't let him do it
B for the bullets to the back, he dancin' to the music
C for that case he coulda caught, I can't let him do it
D for the Drac, that bitch dirty, I can't let him use it
E, bitch, I'm smokin' on the earth, I'm tryna live natural
F and N to your Wu-Tang, you old dirty bastard
Keep a G, I hardly went to church, I had a dirty pastor
H, E, double chopsticks, where he goin' after
I don't fuck with none of these niggas, so it wasn't me
We don't got a J, niggas, we gon' get him clean
K, what I sent to her phone, if she ain't suckin' meat
L's what you take for a cuffin hoes, that was fuckin' me
I.M., tryna chase a bag, bitch, I'm on a mission
N.O., body give a fuck if you just did a sentence
Told him stay up on them P's and Q's, but he didn't listen
R.S., cause I'm really steppin' on these pussy niggas
It don't matter where I'm goin', I'ma rock a white T
You know you ain't even a threat to the white dweebs
High as hell, I feel like I'm Veeze bitch,
Get off my D
Big W, I feel like a king, I'm finna' light that beam
Real nigga, I just threw my mans all my ex-whores
Why do you keep talkin', we gon' slide just like a skateboard
Z's what I catch, I'm chasin' dreams that I was made for
I'm the only nigga do that alphabet back and forth

Written by:
Ivo Hill

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