04sam – Z’s and b’s

04sam – Z’s and b’s Lyrics

Artist: 04sam
Song: Z’s and b’s

Uh-uh uh
Uh-uh uh
Im out so u better lock ur doors
Opps ran out this b#tch so we uppin up the score

Too much weed in the blunt so the backwood f#cking tore
U can’t afford nun this za, cuz ur #ss is f#cking poor
We gon run up in his home, turn his house into a morgue
Saw ur annoying #ss on youtube like ur #ss was f#cking morgz

And b#tch im smokin on this space pack im higher then the lords
Name the choppa jonathan bc it sing like glee
b#tch im knowing that i made it when they send me beats for free
And its hard to not just bust it i be holding it like pee

And if that f#cker piss me off then his whole family on a tee (whole family on a tee)
P-playing with these f#ckers pvz
Manifesting that ill make it ill be up in tmz
Treat this life sh#t like an alphabet im getting z’s and b’s

That means im getting lots of sleep
And that im gonna take ur she
Big #ss Glock it got an elephant trunk on the clip
And if u run up on my brothers then theres wounds on ur lip

I just peeped all ur muhf#cking tunes they were sh#t
And if u tryna blast that laulau u get boomed out the whip
Keep a boota on my hip
And a ruler on my clip

Saying “sam thats too much autotune”
Boomer n sh#t
Molly boogers n sh#t
Got a tooly equipped

And u say that u suing me u ain’t doing sh#t
Im just…
Smoking blunts in the whip bumping smoove
Im just posted in the crib, counting leaves, n they’re loose

He was talking on my brother, now a beams on his tooth
N im like curry up in 2k only green when i shoot
Yuh, feel like woody, keeping beans in my boot
Try 2 take out 2 nordstroms, making scenes over boots

Yeah im posted with the guys, we sippin lean, sippin juice
N u just wanna hang to smoke, bro u a fiend, go getta noose
I told my brodie hit the cvs for tris and pour a deuce
And u stay calling up ur chick like bro ur treesh is just in use

Ill let him know when i am ready, give the green to light the fuse
N b#tch im shooting when im high, feel like junkie when i use
Yeah we smoking on his gang out uh buritto
How tf im scoring quagen, n i still wan sip the tito

Imma pop him, leave a whole lotta red not talking beno!
Im the president like biden ill just hit im wit a veto, like
To his guys
Putting molly on my fries

Keep a tec and a k on me, im not worried bout disguise
N that dumb shawty think she tricking me, i see behind ur lies
N we gon turn him into cyclops, put a bullet in his eye
Like he allergic to the gluten he ain’t getting to the rye

Im just posted in my crib, pop like 4 10’s n then i fly
Yeah he said he wanna scrap but i pulled up ig hes shy
Yeah the choppa gonna eat u, bite u, spit u, u some spry
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Release Year: 2022