Kid Sway - ZIP (feat. Yxng Slipp)

Zip it lock it put it in yo pocket
Shawty want it rough, Ima break a bitch socket
Damn, my girl hotter than the tropics
Pull up at the bank, got drip like a faucet
One, two, three hoes but I really need four
Drip in my bankroll, I got lotta raincoats
I got lotta gas, shit left me with a cutthroat
Shawty throw it back, bring it low like a bass note
Ima kill the beat, Ima put it in a coffin
I ain't talking bout dc, but I been robbin
Bitch I'm number one like robby rotten
Ice on my watch, I don't even gotta clock in
Bitch I rap fast like a racecar
Can't slow down I don't know where the breaks are
Found it, now I got withdrawal
Ima shoot my shot, I ain't talking bout a softball
I been taking chances, Ima go get it
I been eating green, with a whole lotta lettuce
Home, alone but my name isn't dennis
Burn down the studio I got a fire fetish
The goat, I was elected
Reaching the top of the charts, I erected
Saving, yeah I'm so invested
Ima go to jail, for the beats I molested
Started from the bottom, now I'm on the cable
Stacking all my bread, now it's falling of the table
Me and shawty film, now we got a fucking playbill
I got all this cash, I don't even got a label
Bitch, started from the bottom, now I'm on the cable
Stacking all my bread, now it's falling off the table
Me and shawty film, now we got a fucking playbill
I got all this cash, I don't even got a label
Uh, stomp on yo face like a necklace
Is that yo girl that I'm texting
Please don't get mad cus my hear is selective
My flow's going deep and I ain't even pecked em
Oh, fucked up
I don't really wanna sip that lean that double cup
But choppa 223 that hit yo face and then I bust
I be taking up a toll, this shit going up my lungs okay
Bitch, why you shitty talking outta context
I got a couple hits but I don't really thing I'm dropping
I looked up at my wall, says
Warning epic content
She kinda just mad at me
Cus I know I'm toxic
Im loud, I don't know
Why than no one really like my sound
I just got a couple guns, I don't run around
I just got yo bitch, bend her over then I pound
Pound town oh
Zip it lock it put it in yo pocket
Shawty want it rough, Ima break a bitch socket
Damn, my girl, hotter than the tropics
Pull up at the bank, got drip like a faucet
One, two, three hoes but I really need four
Drip in my bankroll I got lotta raincoats
I got lotta gas, shit, left me with a cutthroat
Shawty throw it back, bring it low, like a bass note

Written by:
Lucas Walters, Matt Weiner

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