Memphis Shit Lyrics by Zed Zilla ft. Yo Gotti & DJ Paul
Rocking way down, we lift that, I swear I dream of a lil’
Heaving fake like biggest, small, the name is Biggie Rahim
If I can watch Marvin Gay so full of it, boy
I want that sexual healing while I pull on that oil
Yeah, double come here, color my nigga Pimp C
Tell him I got PT and we drinking for free
Tell that nigga Rick James that I sign with cocaine
See ‘em G in this bitch and you can catch you a drink
Tell that nigga Dupon that I’m gaining some weight
I just copped two big guns and they right on my waist
Tell that nigga Mack Dre he did it for the bait
This summer I been the hocus pocus, my life away, for real
Y’all busters came and they said to see on fact
Way before they separate he cashed the black to pay a flat
Then Triple C start dropping the murder tapes, ain’t nobody straight
Bunk bills at Yo Gotti, street wars mixtape
But I have respect for the both of them, would go to war for the both of them
Had to sit down and tell them niggas how close I was to both of them
Let me tell you about both of them, talk about money more than them
You should thank the G in me, but me, I should be owing them
Showing them, flowing them, pouring them another cup
Don’t want him, just get a pawn, now bitch get his dick sucked
Drop a stick, pay for game, niggas you should listen like
If it wasn’t for the Memphis shit, it would be a fucked up gang
King of the hood in my city
If you ain’t get money you ain’t repping my city
Been all around the world, do this shit for my city
Get money, keep it real, in it real for my city
I was bumping thousands in the trunk, cooking keys of coke
Choppers on the table, junk is running in and out the door
What a nigga know bout you, got it from the north
And if you want a pussy put your head on life support
Industry, we hold the court, thought to call a pair of juice
Thirty A revolver, …
Bumping project pam, the heat took down, dropped the chicken’s head
The chicken’s here in the kitchen, pulling missions, burning digits
On the KM, no question, jumped out my boat, made your blessings
Wife a lil’ like a cruise ship, nigga talk shit but won’t do shit
Been getting money, there’s no new shit, damn
King of the hood in my city
If you ain’t get money you ain’t repping my city
Been all around the world, do this shit for my city
Get money, keep it real, in it real for my city
I was selling classes out the trunk … on the rear end
With my brother, lifting these, stomp on them
Whoever juices might be it ever come from the tent
Get close to that pimping, slash that, drunk that
Make your bitch get the cop this, get your guns rolling
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A record sold, everybody wanna sound like the true shit
Some nigga shit, still a contract, that’s a reveling
Through the hood again, bringing artillery
Still came ain’t something, delivered it
Stick in that brain, I pivot it, got a …
Roll with a 45 in a trinity, these niggas gonna bring, gonna kill a man
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King of the hood in my city
If you ain’t get money you ain’t repping my city
Been all around the world, do this shit for my city
Get money, keep it real, in it real for my city
King of the hood in my city
If you ain’t get money you ain’t repping my city
Been all around the world, do this shit for my city
Get money, keep it real, in it real for my city
Zed Zilla ft. Yo Gotti & DJ Paul - Memphis Shit Lyrics
