Twisted Insane
We Say
[Chorus: Z]
I got zips I let go for two-hundred
Some 'for a hand come talk to me
Aye
I blow sticks with my b*t*h we cruising
We just trynna move funds throughout the week
We say "break me off my cheddar please"
And catch the MAC no D.R.E
I roll with my beretta Z
Just trynna stack that's B.I.G

[Verse 1: Z]
Look, my fam
Go dumb
Bout the funds, no bums
Me and my b*t*h make runs
So let me come, all huns
She hold the sack I hold the gun
I pull it back, we on the run
I'm trynna stack it 'til it's done
We get to acting with the plug
Fact I'm probably jacking D**key's
Sagging with a cuff
That one Piraña with his dragon so we catch him when he bust
I like sign around the package so thе llama stay on tough
And I ain't gangsta, but I'll manage if the drama say what's up
Buckets on low-kеy
Slumping at a slow speed
Head tilted like a nose-bleed
Probably puffing on a blunt
Running with some OGs
Ten toes that dough speaks
Serve 'em then I'm skirting up out the parking lot, we gone
Let me fade you while I pray for my pacers, I'm talking rocks
Stacked like Legos, better daygo
My case open, but that's on God
From able I've connected a cable I'm blowing bomb
And I can noodle off the top for the state well you know the song
Come on

[Chorus: Z]
I got zips I let go for two-hundred
Some 'for a hand come talk to me
Aye
I blow sticks with my b*t*h we cruising
We just trynna move funds throughout the week
We say "break me off my cheddar please"
And catch the MAC no D.R.E
I roll with my beretta Z
Just trynna stack that's B.I.G

[Verse 2: Twisted Insane]
Blood
Roll deep
OE
OGs know me
Z just hit me with a dope beat
I'mma kick this sh*t off like a goalie
Stomping with the Chucks on feet
Finna walk up in the mo-mo
N***as don't know
That I met your brother, than I'd rather be up on a solo sh*t
Drink rum, have fun
Brainsicks, pack rum
N***a ain't nobody act dumb
Homie we are busting with the gat gun
Somebody tell me when this rap done
Hit the weed, it's time to roll up
Only f**king with the Z blunts
I was in the front and doing donuts
Watch out when you in the West Coast
Everybody got the teflon
No restaurant
F**k a sweater
Make decisions better if you got a vest on
No-one's getting
Hang heat out the 4-door
The bros roll down the avenue when I add two to your polo
Always repping San Diego
Added to I'm on with
Bicardi is hella with sour cream
Baking back on my own sh*t
Mood, uhm
Mood you
F**k peace
You better be ready for hell come
If a n***a talking 'bout f**k me
Hahaha
[Chorus: Z]
Zips I let go for two-hundred
Some 'for a hand come talk to me
Aye
I blow sticks with my b*t*h we cruising
We just trynna move funds throughout the week
We say "break me off my cheddar please"
And catch the MAC no D.R.E
I roll with my beretta Z
Just trynna stack that's B.I.G