[Verse] 25 Lighters on my dresser, yes sir Got a bad black bitch that drives a black Impreza You know I'm smokin' on that herb Every damn day just to calm my damn nerves Screwed Up Click ain't never gon' switch Nigga build a ditch for a motherfuckin snitch Talkin' to the laws given up info Catch me at the pad black lacquer smokin' indo Sipping on drank on a whole liter This for nigga Moe I got a 9 millimeter And a .45 I'm a keep it live In '08 like I did in '95 That was the year I made it clear Wreckin' on the microphone to get away from here I'm reppin' for the south with diamonds in my mouth And diamonds on my hands and diamonds in my house Shinin' so bright even in the night Smoking on kush, what the fuck is top flight? I'm only on the good, bitch I wish you would Keeping it all world y'all keepin' it all hood Trying to get paper pull another caper Man my house is suave something like Tony Draper Got to get my mill from my record sell This time last year I was in a jail cell Waitin' for commissary waitin' on mail call Man I can't wait 'til I get free cause I'm a ball Put it in they face free my partner Grace What's up to that Los what's crackin' cause I'm straight lace What's up to that Pokey What's up to that Woodey Always kept it real never act like they ain't know me Showed ya boy love Z-Ro is who I am Back in the days I signed with that x fam Me in that phat and that Street Military R I P Maleak in the day in the cemetery But it ain't over chip on my shoulder Catch me brand new candy blue Range Rover Rollin' to the end my skin is my sin And like Lil' Keke say it never will ever end Gots to keep flowin' I'm a keep it goin' Back in '92 I probably did kick your door in Nigga lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down I reppin' for the South Side of that H-Town Screwed Up Click until it's over with AK with catch bag on my shoulder bitch You will die fuckin' with that Ro He ain't never been a bitch he ain't never been no ho Don't know how to be a broad don't know how to be a mark I put the bubbles on 'cause it just turned dark Mashin' on the gas pocket full of cash Lookin' for a yellow bone bitch with big ass I ain't disrespectin' just telling the truth Y'all know how I do it when I gets up in the booth I'm a go hard 'til I chip my fuckin' tooth In the Flying Spur, the four door, or the coupe Yeah I get my paper yeah I get my bread I don't give a damn what you bitch niggas done said Talkin' down on me cause I'm a get my spread I ain't trippin' I'm in the kitchen whippin' up a batch Batch of them pies for all the time guys Watchin' out for the FED's they be in disguise Looking like G's looking like ballers Looking like true money makin' shot callers But them boys laws yeah that's them folks I ain't trippin' cause I know it's hot on Post Oak Back in the day I had a pocket full of rocks 24/7 365 around the clock About to get paid stackin' up my paper I hit a lick and then it's time for me to lay low In front of my screen on 360 playing Halo Hoes'll drop it like it's hot when ever I say so 'Cause I'm the man diamond on my hand Got big bass in the back of the blue van It's blue over gold the story's being told Benjamin Franklin Andrew Jackson in by billfold My flow is real cold I ain't never been whack And thanks to Bun B and Pimp C I got two gold plaques They hangin' on my wall, Pimp I miss you dog Bun B ride for that boy and make me proud Do it for the south and do it for the Hawk And who ever don't like it get my dick up in they mouth I'm Screwed Up Click 'til they lay me in my casket I ride around Houston with that plastic Hand on my steel, wood grain wheel You can buy a Denali with the diamond on my grill You can buy an apartment with the diamonds on my wrist And can't nobody do it like me cause I do it like this Ain't never had love for a bitch All I'm really tryin' to do is get rich Trying to get my fuckin' bread baby Ride in Mercedes I know a nigga hate me But I don't give a damn nah I don't give a fuck I'm ridin' on draped up 26's on my truck Hell yeah bitch I know they large Got three foreign cars in my garage I never sabotage my fuckin' career Had to make it clear and I shed another tear But nigga I'm real bumper and the grill When I do my music it's the music you can feel 'Cause I'm just a G, ridin' one deep And every time I ride I ride with gun on seat Watchin' out for jackers 'cause I know they scopin' Tryin' to leave a real niggas head wide open Pullin' down swangers 'cause they ain't clackin' I'm rollin' on 20 inch 4's bitch what happenin' Lookin' so fly I don't smoke fry Got to be a G 'til the day that I die That's my big homey boy that Lil' Ke Boy you know I love you man it's you and me In this damn thing we gon' do it for the Screw And do it for the South and I'm a do it for you And you gon' do it for me it's S.U.C Screwed Up Click until I D I E Nigga don't get me crunk watch me pop trunk Smoking on kush ain't never seen skunk Man I'm so throwed caught me in the zone I don't give a fuck about you callin' on my phone I fucks with the stripper, Versace on my zipper This the nigga Ro I'm taper fade with the clipper I brought my partner for my partner Paul About to make a million dollars and buy the whole mall Call that bitch Ro' Town and it's gon' go down A couple of days from now I got a show in your town And I'm gon' get paid and I'm gon' get laid And every car I drive, candy paint gon' get sprayed On the doors nigga and on the side dog And I ain't scared I got Jesus on my side dog Hit the church house and then go work out And after that you it's time to pull the purp out And I'm a roll one then I'm a smoke one Then I'm a roll one then I'm a smoke one Then I'm a roll one then I'm a smoke one Now I'm out of my mind that's what that smoke done But I'm a maintain still in the same game But only thing ain't makin' the same change I'm gettin' paid boy you better believe that A Grammy on my shelf I'm gon' achieve that 'Cause I can do it nigga even though y'all say I can't But I don't give a fuck about y'all I'm about my bank I hope you feel that bitch look at you If I peel your wig back nobody would be missin' you You a ho nigga not a role nigga 'Cause Z-Ro make more dough nigga More verses, more mixtapes, more shows nigga And I ain't ever at home I'm on the road nigga I'm chasing fedi baby y'all ain't ready baby Yeah I'm heavy like a motherfuckin' Chevy baby Or like a Ford I'm built Ford tough Blowin' on that real real purple purple stuff Talking about that kush got it from the bando Watch me come down with my pistol in my hand ho Don't run up on me if you don't want to get shot I'm a grab my remote and give it all that it got Hold up man hold up Bring that bitch back
