Its2Ezzy - 4th of July lyrics
[Its2Ezzy - 4th of July lyrics]
Uh huh, uh huh uh huh, uh huh
Yeah (2Ezzy on some other shit)
Rock out a Chrome Heart
And I buy Chrome Heart
This Glock on me, you know
That it's all bite, It won't bark
Like it's 4th of July, if he run up, yeah
We gon' spark this still part of my start
When I tell y'all 'bout the long part
No, you cannot humble me
I'm so fucking high
I be up there with the bumblebees
I can't fuck with niggas, they my sons
These boys be under me
You be running up your word
Please run up your currency
I stand on my toes he wanna match my clothes
Riding through the 6 like Drakе
It was just me and all my woes
I was just rocking out that laptop
Now I'm rocking out the shows
And I do what I do
So I do not got no timе for trolls
Got shot 'cause he think that he tough
I got money but it's not enough
Say he shooting but we know he bluff
This not love, girl, you know it's lust
I just been smoking on the finest gas
Why that boy smoking on huff?
And I gotta keep that gat
Here right beside me, 'cause I can't trust
No, I ain't trusting nobody, baby
Thought that you was the one
She know I ride with the killers
We keeping a whole lot of guns
Say she just wanna get that
Money and whole lotta funds
Hit the scene in a SRT
Let's have us a whole lot of fun
Nigga serving the chickens like Popeyes
I wasn't much of a prop guy
No, we ain't playing, no prop, guy
Boy, we been on this shit
Get that bitch popping like 4th of July
I'm with the gang, send that boy to the sky
I don't know why they tryna smoke
Like get high
Run up on me then he die if he try
He tryna run up a
That nigga broke, he ain't pay the whole fit
Fucking this ho and I'm feeling the
Baby, don't know what you saying to me
All hoes coming in, A to Z
Bitch, I get cold like it's eight degrees
Why these niggas so fake to me
Rock out a Chrome Heart
And I buy Chrome Heart
This Glock on me, you know
That it's all bite, It won't bark
Like it's 4th of July, if he run up, yeah
We gon' spark this still part of my start
When I tell y'all 'bout the long part
No, you cannot humble me
I'm so fucking high
I be up there with the bumblebees
I can't fuck with niggas, they my sons
These boys be under me
You be running up your word
Please run up your currency
Yeah (2Ezzy on some other shit)
Rock out a Chrome Heart
And I buy Chrome Heart
This Glock on me, you know
That it's all bite, It won't bark
Like it's 4th of July, if he run up, yeah
We gon' spark this still part of my start
When I tell y'all 'bout the long part
No, you cannot humble me
I'm so fucking high
I be up there with the bumblebees
I can't fuck with niggas, they my sons
These boys be under me
You be running up your word
Please run up your currency
I stand on my toes he wanna match my clothes
Riding through the 6 like Drakе
It was just me and all my woes
I was just rocking out that laptop
Now I'm rocking out the shows
And I do what I do
So I do not got no timе for trolls
Got shot 'cause he think that he tough
I got money but it's not enough
Say he shooting but we know he bluff
This not love, girl, you know it's lust
I just been smoking on the finest gas
Why that boy smoking on huff?
And I gotta keep that gat
Here right beside me, 'cause I can't trust
No, I ain't trusting nobody, baby
Thought that you was the one
She know I ride with the killers
We keeping a whole lot of guns
Say she just wanna get that
Money and whole lotta funds
Hit the scene in a SRT
Let's have us a whole lot of fun
Nigga serving the chickens like Popeyes
I wasn't much of a prop guy
No, we ain't playing, no prop, guy
Boy, we been on this shit
Get that bitch popping like 4th of July
I'm with the gang, send that boy to the sky
I don't know why they tryna smoke
Like get high
Run up on me then he die if he try
He tryna run up a
That nigga broke, he ain't pay the whole fit
Fucking this ho and I'm feeling the
Baby, don't know what you saying to me
All hoes coming in, A to Z
Bitch, I get cold like it's eight degrees
Why these niggas so fake to me
Rock out a Chrome Heart
And I buy Chrome Heart
This Glock on me, you know
That it's all bite, It won't bark
Like it's 4th of July, if he run up, yeah
We gon' spark this still part of my start
When I tell y'all 'bout the long part
No, you cannot humble me
I'm so fucking high
I be up there with the bumblebees
I can't fuck with niggas, they my sons
These boys be under me
You be running up your word
Please run up your currency