Z-Ro - I Just Wanna Say lyrics
[Z-Ro - I Just Wanna Say lyrics]
I just wanna say fuck you
For all the bitch ass shit you do
Don't won't me and my people to come thru
Dressed in all black
We came here to handle that
So where the fuck ya'll niggas at
I just wanna say fuck you
For all the bitch ass shit you do
Don't won't me and my people to come thru
Dressed in all black
We came here to handle that
So where ya'll coward asses at
Use to be my homie
But you stole from me like you didn't know me
With friends like you now wonder
I don't have homies
'Cause, I was down like four flats
Without a jack for ya
Instead of robbin ya enemy
You attacted ya brother
Now go run and tell all ya
People that I'm actin' funny
Don't forget to tell 'em what
You stole-that's that gas money
I would've took a bullet for
You bro-but fuck you though
Nowadays niggas ain't shit
But ya'll already know
I can do bad on my own
But when I'm earnin' I'm one deep I
Get my cash on my own
I don't need no assistance-keep a
Creese in my slacks only teflon bullets
And all the pistols I pack
Crispy highs in the front
Big ole bang in the back
Grape cigerillo blunt
Big ole buds in the sack
Screw blue candy paint-tell me
What's fuckin wit' that
I don't trust none of my people-keep
My hands on my strap straight like that
Don't want no woman-I would
Rather be a gigilo
No feelings involved, call me Mrhit that hoe
She got it twisted
Cause I'll be damned if I kiss that hoe
Mo City, texas and we be damned if
We don't get that dough
Lookin so fly, homie-my gators have eyes
I bet I won't ride in it
If it ain't been customized
Twenty-thousand worth of all these
Diamonds in my mouth
And he do my tats-I get my
Shit done at the house
Fuck waitin in a line-cause I'm
In my own lane
Ya'll keep doin what ya'll doin
I'll do my own thing i'm ahead of the game
Might as well be the coach
Shootin' spiders off that glass-so
I'm rollin' on fo's
Homie it's so much smoke
I can reach out and touch it
I'm high then a bitch but
Always on my note in-public
I do what I do to get paid
Most my people love it
With my niggas spendin' whatever I want
You better not touch it i'm hustlin
For all the bitch ass shit you do
Don't won't me and my people to come thru
Dressed in all black
We came here to handle that
So where the fuck ya'll niggas at
I just wanna say fuck you
For all the bitch ass shit you do
Don't won't me and my people to come thru
Dressed in all black
We came here to handle that
So where ya'll coward asses at
Use to be my homie
But you stole from me like you didn't know me
With friends like you now wonder
I don't have homies
'Cause, I was down like four flats
Without a jack for ya
Instead of robbin ya enemy
You attacted ya brother
Now go run and tell all ya
People that I'm actin' funny
Don't forget to tell 'em what
You stole-that's that gas money
I would've took a bullet for
You bro-but fuck you though
Nowadays niggas ain't shit
But ya'll already know
I can do bad on my own
But when I'm earnin' I'm one deep I
Get my cash on my own
I don't need no assistance-keep a
Creese in my slacks only teflon bullets
And all the pistols I pack
Crispy highs in the front
Big ole bang in the back
Grape cigerillo blunt
Big ole buds in the sack
Screw blue candy paint-tell me
What's fuckin wit' that
I don't trust none of my people-keep
My hands on my strap straight like that
Don't want no woman-I would
Rather be a gigilo
No feelings involved, call me Mrhit that hoe
She got it twisted
Cause I'll be damned if I kiss that hoe
Mo City, texas and we be damned if
We don't get that dough
Lookin so fly, homie-my gators have eyes
I bet I won't ride in it
If it ain't been customized
Twenty-thousand worth of all these
Diamonds in my mouth
And he do my tats-I get my
Shit done at the house
Fuck waitin in a line-cause I'm
In my own lane
Ya'll keep doin what ya'll doin
I'll do my own thing i'm ahead of the game
Might as well be the coach
Shootin' spiders off that glass-so
I'm rollin' on fo's
Homie it's so much smoke
I can reach out and touch it
I'm high then a bitch but
Always on my note in-public
I do what I do to get paid
Most my people love it
With my niggas spendin' whatever I want
You better not touch it i'm hustlin