Ziploc lyrics

Try to do this b*tch in one take, or somethin'

What's the point of bein' rich when you wake up alone?

What's the point of goin' home when it ain't nobody there?

F*ck that, I grab my bike and phone home in the air

And I pedal through the city with the wide frame steer

With that tall pale boy that I met last year

Grape, that's what I call him, love, that's what I fall in

Fell in, I ain't like sports growing up, but now I'm ballin'

I guess I'm a late bloomer

Ayo, look, high tide bottoms 'cause the neck on lunar

Them GOLF le FLEUR unos 'cause, we don't do Puma, nah

20k pairs, gone in 3 seconds

You ain't gotta like him and you ain't gotta respect him

For playin' chess with these niggas

That think that they're bench pressin'

Leg day is getting skipped, guess who really runnin' shit?

Young Teezy, it ain't easy, feelin' wheezy in this b*tch

New slaves got y'all niggas feelin' breezy on the ship

Pour a Fanta in your poison so its easier to sip, huh?

My shit leaked two weeks before that release date

First week, did dos, a thousand off, beat Meek

Shout out Meek! Two niggas first week top 3!

And I can't even get a song to play on the radio

But tripled in them ratings, TV channels still pay me tho, haha

P told me not to trip

I am in my Ziploc, nigga

Feel like I got the best album out, uh

I know I got the best album out, preach

Let me, let me hear that