Zelly Boa - Made It Easy

I'm finna get that buzzkill, yeah, that two-tone
I keep smokin' on that za, damn that shit too strong
I keep that blick next to me, yeah, that bitch two-tone
Brodie sent a pit, hell nah, that bitch too shone
Huh, yeah, I'm chasin' breesh, gettin' to the bread
Huh, leave a nigga dead, leave him in his bed
Huh, yeah, I'm gettin' breesh, chasin' to the bread
Huh, leave a nigga dead, leave him in his bed
Thirty-five ball in three days, yeah, I made it easy
Told brodie, pour me up real quick, now I'm feelin' sleepy
Couldn't even reach me, huh, free 24, yeah, we made it easy
Racks after racks, goddamn, I watch that shit stack
Brodie got a strap for that stick, too much kickback
Thinkin' bout the old days, yeah I just think back
Huh, long live Quan, watch the get back

On the interstate trapping' P's, watch that choppa sing
Choppa sing, Alicia Keys, wiped his nose cause he sneezed
Seven six two, goddamn flashlight and beam
Million dollar, goddamn, damn, this is not a dream
Five K on a light day, I spent it on some jeans
Amiri denim with some off-white, she said she like my type
I kept my pipe, fourteen years old, I had it on the bike
I'm creepin' through the back door, sneakin' late out at night
I'm creepin' through the back door, sneakin' late out at night
Huh, fourteen years old, I had it on the bike
Huh, ridin' through the hood, I gotta hold it tight
Nigga try to steal what, I'ma end his life
Zelly B, bitch
Yeah, this cup real dirty, not no weak shit
Yeah, I'm sippin' real syrup, not no cheap shit
Brodie off that wock and that Tris, that's a remix
Zelly B, bitch

Written by:
Isiah Lewis

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