Milo Case - Two Zips

Got a lot of homies that'll die for it
To be honest, I ain't really got the time for it
I just sit back, relax, write rhymes for us
But if you fuck with me, they spray you up like Tom Ford

Got a lot of homies that'll ride too
They just wanna see ya eyes to the sky view
They ain't even make it out of high school
But they doctors using bullets to prescribe you

They love it when that coroner describe you
Toe tag, was tagged by four rags for cold cash
The 8th of the month, a week passed and they ate for the month
But need bread to get an eighth for the blunt

Snacks know a nigga well who just got bday money
300 in his back right pocket, he see your money
If he sock em, that's two zips from CJs honey
And he can sell the mid for double to them freeway bunnies

That's a quick flip, so he at your pockets and dip
Give it to CJ's shawty now he is Reggie equipped
But he rolled like 6 blunts with his niggas for laughs
And them bunnies who coppin the mid, got weed in they past

Hey looking for that hard stuff, white powder he don't got in trunk
So he about to the big boys up, he big boy tough
Well that's a big boy bluff,
Cause he ain't got the type of money that them big boys trust

He hit is mans on some "let me hold a dolla" shit
A couple stacks from ya, call that shit a scholarship
Hard knocks with hard rock, I'm bout it
Cause them college chicks feenin, they been heavily scouted

And my brother need money, he my family too
We gon combine our earnings form a family crew
Who woulda knew them block boys they was peeping his rise
And once he made like ten bands Snacks got caught three in the eye, damn

They just wanna see you fall
They just wanna see you fall
They wait until you standing tall
You ain't gonna see tomorrow

Run run run run
Run run run run
(Oooh ohh oh ohhhh)

Got a lot of homies that'll die for it
To be honest, I ain't really got the time for it
I just sit back, relax, write rhymes for us
But if you fuck with me, they spray you up like Tom Ford

Got a lot of homies that'll ride too
They just wanna see ya eyes to the sky view
They ain't even make it out of high school
But they doctors using bullets to prescribe you

To think that nigga died from two zips
They open up ya body like chicks and tulips, that's foolish
Them block boys peeped them niggas taking they block
So they loaded like two glocks, let's do this
No thought about it

I got homies on both sides
And I'm in the middle like the kitty and two thighs
They don't give a fuck that 9-5 I'm in suit tie
I hit they phone and order up that heat like new fries, you talking reckless

I told you once, I'll tell you twice, I ain't nothing to mess with
Ain't seen my dawg in like 3 years, he still on the guest list
And we open up that Crown like new toys
You look in my section leave you salty like two soys, we dripping sauce

They mop behind us, they leave you waiting like Benihanas
Then pull up with that switch like many mamas, thats plenty drama
Taking ya benji commas ignoring ya plenty problems and leaving you slump like sleep pajamas, they keep it silent

No sleeping round these parts
But when it's time to rest, we don't need dark
Might be why I'm never in my bed like the lease start
I go to shawty crib, she curled up like a sea horse, she know they coming

My niggas keep that drum like Andre Drummond and get to drummin
911 12 is sooned to be summoned
In the 8-0 they just wait for a nigga
Until a nigga think it's safe for a nigga
And then they break for a nigga

They just wanna see you fall
Oh they just wanna see you fall
They wait until you standing tall
Then you ain't gonna see tomorrow

Got a lot of homies that'll die for it
To be honest, I ain't really got the time for it
I just sit back, relax, write rhymes for us
But if you fuck with me, they spray you up like Tom Ford

Got a lot of homies that'll ride too
They just wanna see ya eyes to the sky view
They ain't even make it out of high school
But they doctors using bullets to prescribe you

Written by:
Miles Braxton

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