Z-Ro Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Real Lyrics

f/ Kevo, Lil' O

 

 [Hook - 2x]

 Come with me, ain't nothing changed I'm the same old G

 Seem like it's my to shine, like the diamond cut in my grill

 La da da da da, I'm real

 

 [Z-Ro]

 You can catch me flipping, and sipping and smoking

 Up in the turning lane, with the doors wide open

 We serious bout our habits, we never be choking

 Catch us chain smoking, and violently choking

 Why don't you wanna light up the blunt, that's in your hand

 I'll pat ya with the 4-4, that is for sure man

 Ain't no more breaking a leaf, ain't nothing but that dro man

 Mess around and get too tipsey, you'll be on the floor man

 Popping up, until I feel about as strong as four man

 We don't smoke rocks but they are over our hand

 Remember back in the day, I use to be a poor man

 Now I'm gifted and sipping daily, with jewelry frozen

 

 [Hook - 2x]

 

 [Lil' O]

 Uh, they say I'm acting funny, they saying O's strange

 They saying no don't come around, nigga O's changed

 Man O tripping man what's going down in O's brain

 Talking down on me, them niggas still ain't having no change

 See I don't really talk it, I just live it

 I don't say I'm gonna, I just get it

 Give a playa the ball, he 'pose to run with it

 But these niggas rapping gossip, like some dumb bitches

 Like how he get that Benz, how he get that dough

 Yeah I got some bread, but wanna get some more

 See I went from grinding, all in front the liqour store

 To a made man, I'm top knotch nigga role

 And you could do it too, this should inspire you

 To get ya change, get out the game and retire fool

 Before these streets fuck around, and retire you

 You saying O ain't real, you a liar fool

 

 [Hook - 2x]

 

 [Kevo]

 Mama say she hate game, but can't avoid mine

 She know Vo' ain't giving shit to a hoe, but hard dick and hard times

 I'm the homicidal Hitchcock

 A sex addict and a weed fanatic, so tell me how could shit stop

 Cause I'm real, ask Ro' I ask hoe how I spill

 I spit rocks at my grill that's worth a mill, yeah a million bucks

 My mouth piece armed with invisible sets and trillion cuts

 This boy throwed, I thought they told you nigga Presidential code

 You can see it, when I'm hauling in my load

 My Escalade, all work no play

 23 screens and eight 15's, that's tucked away

 So you can, keep watching me and

 I'ma pop this E man, after ecstasy the desert eagle

 Followed up with a solo performance, from my HK to all ya people bitches

 

 [Hook - 2x]