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z (of firing squad) - roll thru lyrics

[intro: z]
he love
man, it’s zarate and fam, better watch your tone homie
uh
when we live that life, lot a things to say about z lately
well look here
all i know is i get creased up fitted
throw some cologne on it and uh

[verse 1: z]
walking through, walk the h, i just blew my face off
tail swinging behind me and my flow ready to take off
my flow persistent, hood bringing in the vase of mixed emotions
this glass, that’s when i spread the sh+t like a 90+60 coasting
y’all can’t break my concentration all these flamеs i focus
but the lights see the ends that arе bleeding, on this smoke i’m choking
i trust n0body because they hearts is drunk with safety
i’m sicker than the rest
whenever you stare i’m leaving the pay studs
i’m patient on this paper
i throw like what’s in this paper
ask you out, close your mouth
don’t take time just to hate ya
i’m all about my courage
it’s easy to see behind my t++th
homies that’s really down yeah just love to run through me
so if you see me on the block just recline with a chair
or on my way to the store in the back of a drive
look, just know i’m on my way to a dangerous spot
draw 50 frames with these flames when i’m sitting outside
[chorus z]
i roll through with a shaved head and my tail just swinging
walk into the studio leave it flamed up like north side banging
i ain’t no punk you might’ve p+ssed off so don’t try to tame me
want the money and p+ssy walls so f+ck being famous
roll through with a shaved head and my tail just swinging
walk into the studio leave it flamed up like north side banging
i ain’t no punk you might’ve p+ssed off so don’t try to tame me
want the money and p+ssy walls so f+ck being famous

[verse 2: z]
you don’t want to see me tell these people that see y’all flow
i ain’t even here for a gig and my months is on hold
i flame the studio up with my speech that go for the codes
in any situation, lace it with heat and give ’em my b+lls
i let my tail rock, my shows high
get smoked with the back drought
i don’t want the tv, just some money with the rag ties
sucks be dissing that, they all got they opinions
but never ever flip on z and roll like 20 inches
my speech is something vicious
like a crack this breath is kicking
on the block i look suspicious
but in the back i’m thugging limping
hollering out the window with the tint rolled half down
bragging nothing nuts
still i choke on the hap+hat
burning up this track, like when the chevy mash at
sticking ’em up with the flow now give me the cash now
[chorus z]
i roll through with a shaved head and my tail just swinging
walk into the studio leave it flamed up like north side banging
i ain’t no punk you might’ve p+ssed off so don’t try to tame me
want the money and p+ssy walls so f+ck being famous
roll through with a shaved head and my tail just swinging
walk into the studio leave it flamed up like north side banging
i ain’t no punk you might’ve p+ssed off so don’t try to tame me
want the money and p+ssy walls so f+ck being famous

[verse 3: z]
i ain’t f+cking mind it
then go write my own when i’m beside it
988+37 when we riding
the dro close my eyelids
when i’m staying high like pilots
west coast watching, she told me sit when we siding
but any way i keep my flow clean like fresh water
greedy you stepping down like murder wonder man slaughter
choke throats like carry ’em like a fat b+tch when she walking
they’re releasing players like gasping in the car when i’m talking
my tail just swing
these beats just bang
little tip from the dro then whoop my homies when i hang
i kick more talk
they’re one to getting curb stomped
i f+ck what they thought like beating brains at her cost
man i’m nothing nice, i’ll make the sickest look like i.t. songs
i shot look like a diamond studded earring, you a clip+on
i’m really not the attitude and fool you wanna trip on
bounce in the club i cl!ck on thugs they hardest spit like teflon
[chorus z]
i roll through with a shaved head and my tail just swinging
walk into the studio leave it flamed up like north side banging
i ain’t no punk you might’ve p+ssed off so don’t try to tame me
want the money and p+ssy walls so f+ck being famous
roll through with a shaved head and my tail just swinging
walk into the studio leave it flamed up like north side banging
i ain’t no punk you might’ve p+ssed off so don’t try to tame me
want the money and p+ssy walls so f+ck being famous

- z of firing squad lyrics

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