Nyora Spouse - Zips Lyrics

Smoking big zips, big nugs in my hand
Ride around with dem bands
Never slip where I stand
Stacking, stacking, stacking
Get my money up when I can
Imma do what I can
He mad she a fan
Smoking big zips, big nugs in my hand
Ride around with dem bands
Never slip where I stand
Stacking, stacking, stacking
Get my money up when I can
Imma do what I can
He mad she a fan
I might let her f*ck with me
Ask her what it's gonna be
Yeah, them bitches came with you
But they gonna leave with me
I might let her top me off
Top me till I push her off
I might let her give me brain
If she f*cking with my chain
I keep diamonds dancing
I'm tyrna eat, you fasting
I'm real you fake like plastic
I make it stretch elastic
My money up right now
My bitch she f*ck right now
These bands they call my name
This money know my money
Smoking big dabs
Gotta get to the bag
You tryna get what I hand
Big rig stuck with a slab
Let my choppa sing
Let my burner ring
Nyora gotta win
Bitch I'm going in
I know they sick of me
All this rick on me
I keep the stick on me
A couple zips on me
I blow this smoke all day
I roll and float away
My bank on swole okay
I get da bread all day
Smoking big zips, big nugs in my hand
Ride around with dem bands
Never slip where I stand
Stacking, stacking, stacking
Get my money up when I can
Imma do what I can
He mad she a fan
Smoking big zips, big nugs in my hand
Ride around with dem bands
Never slip where I stand
Stacking, stacking, stacking
Get my money up when I can
Imma do what I can
He mad she a fan