Ziploc

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Take a hundred grand out the bank, put it in a rubber band
 Then I throw it in a zip lock
 Bout to sign a million dollar deal
 And I did it off of records, I ain't dancing on no TikTok
 If I make a couple these, I can probably buy with ease
 A couple acres as i'm balling in my flip flops
 If I make a couple these, I can probably buy with ease
 A couple acres as i'm balling in my flip flops
 Shit too clean (alright)
 Iced up, drip god baby know me, but the drip too clean
 Hol up, hol up, hol up, hol up, hol up
 Shit too clean (ok)
 Iced up, drip god baby know me, but the drip too clean
 Hol up, hol up, hol up, hol up, hol up
 I got dreams of wifing an R&B chick
 My flow drip from wave god make'm seasick
 She wave hi, her waist side coke bottle curved
 She one of one, I'm number one
 Never second, third... I
 Remember all of these people saying
 What I would and couldn't be, like I'm you look this Dot
 Summers in the P It was 400 degrees
 Since a juvenile my homies let the (Bleep) pop
 Take a hundred grand out the bank, put it in a rubber band
 Then I throw it in a zip lock
 Bout to sign a million dollar deal
 And I did it off of records, I ain't dancing on no TikTok
 If I make a couple these, I can probably buy with ease
 A couple acres as i'm balling in my flip flops
 If I make a couple these, I can probably buy with ease
 A couple acres as i'm balling in my flip flops
 Shit too clean (alright)
 Iced up, drip god baby know me, but the drip too clean
 Hol up, hol up, hol up, hol up, hol up
 Shit too clean (ok)
 Iced up, drip god baby know me, but the drip too clean
 Hol up, hol up, hol up, hol up, hol up
 Now my time ain't free the grind ain't free
 You calling for what? My line ain't free
 Can't get with me the bars stack differently
 Little pressure drop a gem like Tiffany's
 You shitting me the five move differently
 Ghost guns it's paranormal activity
 Woah now
 We got it from the floor now
 Barii & Dot ain't swat but break a door down
 Break a company account like I break a ounce
 Zip lock Dot weigh up a verse for the right amount
 Tell a Fortune 500 better run it (Run it)
 You gon' have to take it if you want it (Want it)
 Breaking bad fuck a Bag need the whole thing (Whole thing)
 All about the chicken like i'm Gus Fring (Gus Fring)
 Independent pen it like the world series fam
 Hopping out the van when I land then... I
 Take a hundred grand out the bank, put it in a rubber band
 Then I throw it in a zip lock
 Bout to sign a million dollar deal
 And I did it off of records, I ain't dancing on no TikTok
 If I make a couple these, I can probably buy with ease
 A couple acres as i'm balling in my flip flops
 If I make a couple these, I can probably buy with ease
 A couple acres as i'm balling in my flip flops
 Shit too clean (alright)
 Iced up, drip god baby know me, but the drip too clean
 Hol up, hol up, hol up, hol up, hol up
 Shit too clean (ok)
 Iced up, drip god baby know me, but the drip too clean
 Hol up, hol up, hol up, hol up, hol up

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Duration
03:10
Key
1
Tempo
101 BPM

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