Z3ro - Jackie Chan (feat. DTay)

Walk up in your house kick the door down where the dope at
I already drank it all damn I need some more act
Bought a brick and broke it down damn I sold it so fast
We outside in yo city you can't go back
Whipping some much dope in the kitchen need a new stove
Smoked a pack of runts now I'm high up on Pluto
Kicking with the stick Jackie Chan but this not judo
I already sold the brick trapping need a few more
I'm a young heavy stepper but I bet you niggas know this
Chopper doing magic how it make them hocus pocus
These niggas bogus
We kicking shit like hidden lotus
Smoking on that gas fuck the mid this shit be potent
All these hollow tips flying ain't no bulletproof bitch
Stacking blue faces now my pockets look like stitch
Got this diamonds on my chain rocking Prada fuck a fish
Hella llamas toting sticks 45 extended clips
Hop on the yacht and the homie keep a Glock
If you talking out yo neck we patrolling on
If he coughing for the smoke bet that Rona get them shot
Leg limping pockets heavy cause i filled them up with knots
Make them dance like a B-Boy
Bet we came to destroy
We gone set him up now he chillin with a decoy
Before he get the gist I send my troopers out to deploy
We pull up with them sticks then we slide off in the new Royce
Bands will make her pop it
40 make them stop it
Knock a nigga out this world now he hanging with the hobbit
And this gas came from the earth got me smoking on the tropic
If a nigga got a problem he can tell it to my rocket
Too easy how I skate in feeling powerful
Your main bitch wanna rock with me what you feeling sour for
Bitch you got me fucked up 1 hit bet I'm downing 4
Been tapping pockets for the bread need that sour dough
You wilding tho
I just smoked lil bro right in the lobby
Yeah i know we came to dance but ima shoot up the whole party
On the dead homies you think I won't run up with the shotty
Talking crazy 1 shot on some COD shit I caught a homi
Boy i'm geeked up
Sitting in the hamas with a wood and my feet up
Easy money making bangers watch me leave speechless
Eating so damn good made yo bitch and the beat bust
Got yo bands open up your wallet you gone see dust
Mine is filled with cash
Taking off like Ricky we gone shoot em in the back
Flexing that lil gold chain now you stuck with a rash
Said that I'm in first place I ain't never came in last
Cruising in the Bugatti
Always keep a shotti
Servicing all the white fans look like scotty way to hottie
I don't want your thottie
Take a perc look like a zombie
Fill my bag with these bands bitch we getting money
Bitch we getting money
Bitch we getting money
Bitch we getting money

Written by:
Kevin Kirkland

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