Jordan Iverson - ZIPLOC

Top spot, don't you cock block swear, the block hot
Hopscotch, caught the rhythm uh, screaming Fuck my ops
Run the clock, niggas ain't tough, they just run to Glocks
Fuck a cop, when they stop us, put away the ziploc

Double up, finna bubble up, fill the duffle up
Double Dutch, caught the rhythm uh, you can't fuck with us
Run the clock, niggas ain't tough, they just run to Glocks
Fuck a cop, when they stop us, put away the ziploc

I'm on my job clocked in, tryna be 1 of top 10
Niggas try to get me boxed in, realize they can't box him
I'm Mayweather I'm Hopkins, on my grind I'm locked in
Got a lot of mileage, still I came through stylish
I'm all grown up but childish, dream like a newborn
You niggas is elementary, still rockin your uniform
Fun is what you adore, the cash is what I'm lookin for
If you ain't gon feed your people what the fuck you cookin for
I grabbed a handful then took it all, I'm tellin you that you can ball
Open up my own supermall, nigga I'm a shopaholic
Skinny I ain't brolic knock your head up off your shoulders
Been a lot of days I was weak now I'm a boulder
Put my family on the map I gotta kill just like a soldier
If she ain't got the vision then I swear that I can mold her
Got a little older, got a little bolder
Even though I'm hot a nigga hella colder

Top spot, don't you cock block, swear the block hot
Hopscotch, caught the rhythm uh, screaming Fuck my ops
Run the clock, niggas ain't tough, they just run to Glocks
Fuck a cop, when they stop us, put away the Ziploc

Double up, finna bubble up, fill the duffle up
Double Dutch, caught the rhythm uh, you can't fuck with us
Run the clock, niggas ain't tough, they just run to Glocks
Fuck a cop, when they stop us, put away the ziploc

All my life I been a loner like Cudi the lonely stoner
Thought I was a goner, my money start getting longer
Nobody in my corner so I worked
Niggas say the bustin guns they shooting Nerf
I was in the Lamborghini got blurped then we skated
I was stuck against the seat wheels burning like satin
Losing my patience, my heart is racing
I can't be lazy, life moving crazy
Feeling like Freddy, I'm feeling like Jason
Niggas gone crazy why he shoot Megan
I can't do it small I do that shit mega
Only say real fuck how you feel
I don't be faking this shit ain't made up
Cutting off friends the ones that betrayed us
Hitting these 3's I'm hitting these layups
If I was drowning would you even save us
How can you know me ain't dig through the layers

Written by:
JORDON IVERSON

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