Z Money - UnoTheActivist

On fire, check the scoreboard

I just walked up in the trap wit' my chessboard

Just spent a hunned on the car, this ain’t no damn Ford

Might catch me whipping up straight drop, I got the damn board

I ain’t gotta hit no licks, that’s what my partners for

Treat the streets extra light, just a lot of guns, boy

Put 50 in the toy

Old school make a lot of noise

My wrist so icy, boy

Coming home, I took your hoe

Just got some rented blow, I walk in like original

I got options cause we brought me a lot of Fendi clothes

I threw 6s on the Bale, got expensive toes

Hit the dope wit' Fentanyl, the junkies at your door

Hit my phone, my partner told me it was a go

And she got a lil' coke on her nip and on her nose

You ain’t drop that 2016, that shit is getting old

And I pull up in a high-speed, that’s Aventador

'Bout to jugg it out, he said he wanted 10 of the hoes

And you know these bitches on my skin, yeah, like some lotion

And we call 'em bitches but you know we talkin' bout the loads

, shit, yeah, I’m smoking dope

Yeah, I don’t know folks, stick right to the code

If you know me then you know I’ma let it blow

Tote that pole

Send your hoe over like this was red rover

And I pull up in the Range Rover wit' the cream cola

Mr. put the stove on once it out the store

Amiri my clothes, got it for the low like Shawty Lo

Poppin' out the door with some fire, somebody on the floor

Baggin' up the blow, I’m hiring, you can’t wash no clothes

I don’t even want you 'round me if you fuckin' told

Feds watching out porch, Fendi jacket, I spent racks on clothes

Remix in my hat because I’m stacking, far from kicking doors

14 karat gold, diamonds in it, I just stole the show

I said, «I think there’s a killer on the loose, somebody close the door»

Balenciagas, they cost twelve hunned, I need twelve more

Damn, that’s your hoe?

Well, I should let you know that she’s a go

She gon' fuck around and get slammed like a Jericho

Damn, twelve kicked the door, niggas sleep, drugs exposed

Damn, ain’t nobody move, if you do, please move slow

Damn, everybody just went down, and yeah, man, somebody told

Now everybody out on bail, like sharpie, it got them wrote

Yeah, yeah, M-O-B still the M-O-T-T-O

Yeah, hoes on me everywhere I fucking go

And you know I flood the scene

Diamonds on my whole regime

And I gotta strike 'em, I can’t spare a thing (Dig)