Mojo Sys - Zone 6 To 6 Mile, Part 2

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[Verse 1: Mojo Sys] The trap house complemented the watch Lotta bricks in the house, gotta buy more spots Got the baking soda in my hand, fighting the pot No tag on the [?], bought it off the lot Waving this K like a [?] L.C. on my body, just started a wave Hit you in the head with the drum, cut you a fade Got ten niggas in the trap, working like slaves Bad bitch feed me [?] I got a new main Send hits on niggas, bitch, I got a new traid 300 on my body, nigga, I'm sitting in shade Nigga, I'm speeding on more [?] blade Stop at the red light, her head in my lap Got tints on the car, with my handon my strap Got my hand in the pot, like I'm still in the trap Vezzo say these pints won't go through the flap [Chorus: Icewear Vezzo & Mojo Sys] King Drank and the Drank God Fuck around, we gon' paint some Thousand boes on the greyhound They ain't grinding, niggas fake hustlers Start answering phone calls, they telling I made a million out this shit, out the trap I don't buy squares, nigga, unless it's wrapped 300 on my body, no cap [Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo] Got a hundred in the yopp, 60 in the tech 80 boes on the dot, 50 in the vet Sending shots, fuck the vest, hit him in his neck When it come to whipping up, bitch, I been the best Me and [?] had a thousand seels in that bag Count the gwop, that's 2000 pills in the back All these niggas switching sides, nigga, where your [?]? Don't make me call my goung niggas, put them on your ass I been tripping all my life, and I'ma keep trippping Shot a pussy in his face, for that sneak dissing Weather the Mile or the Zone, shit, I'm East with it Love that FNN, sware to God I'm a beast with it Niggas playing all these games, all that pillow talking That'll be the same one we put in your coffen So much syrup in my cup, fuck it, I'm [?] Bitch, this chopper on my leg fucking up my walking [Chorus: Icewear Vezzo & Mojo Sys] King Drank and the Drank God Fuck around, we gon' paint some Thousand boes on the greyhound They ain't grinding, niggas fake hustlers Start answering phone calls, they telling I made a million out this shit, out the trap I don't buy squares, nigga, unless it's wrapped 300 on my body, no cap
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