Snaggle B - ZDG (feat. George McGraner) Lyrics

Try to run off from the gang
You don't really know but you made a mistake
And you 'boutta be rob like a bank

Cut you like yesterday's national rivalry
Smellin' your game and you stank
Comin at you like invasion of privacy
Smokin' up all of your dank
Nobody safe when they roll with the zdg
Zipplede mof*ckin' gang

We made it ourselves and got no one to thank
And we rip on the beef
Ima fill up my tank
I got maui sun up in it
Blowin the vape its
Infused with the thca
And the cbd
Boutta be blasted
Like chernobyl tragedy
Up in the cosmos
We high as the galaxy
Know what you get
When you dealin' with snaggle b

Know what you get when you f*ck with the gang
Ship it from cali we rasin' the stakes
Got us a plan and we put it in place
Movin' the pack and it's off to the race
Know who to hit when in need of the groovy shit
Out in the cut as we smokin' a wood of it
If you a cougher get out of the circle bitch
Only the pros can come smoke on the doliest

Bitch wanna roll my gang
But she don't know that be bout to go hit a lick
Stuck on the fortune and fame
That Louis that Gucci that Fendi that foreign shit
I don't even know her name
But my gang come in the place and take all of it
Ballin' it
Takin' a tab then i'm poppin it
Droppin it
Off the shit
On the shit
I am a monster bitch
Don't know the obvious
I got the audience
Show me your body bitch
I am somebody bitch
Gettin' so f*ckin rich
With my whole click
You tryna be famous bitch suck on this dick
You know what it's like when you hang with the kid
I'll leave you on read
Then I'll slide to your crib
You're basically dead bitch
I'll leave you on live
So lay in the grave
As I stand there and dig

Know what you get when you f*ck with the gang
Ship it from cali we rasin' the stakes
Got us a plan and we put it in place
Movin' the pack and it's off to the race
Know who to hit when in need of the goofy shit
Out in the cut as we smokin' a wood of it
If you a cougher get out of the circle bitch
Only the pros can come smoke on the doliest

Smokin' the doliest
Wrist is the roliest
ZippleDeGorgus
We up in the hole and its
Always engrained in the brain
It's a route and I'm
Off to the finish
It's down with the rain
I be grabbin the reigns
Of the beat its a plane
In which each of my strengths
Are alive and arranged
I murder the track like im f*cking deranged
And the target
I hit it
It's what I contain
I been through it all
But you dont see me complain
Its about what you got
And my mind fill with rage
I be done with you bitches
Im flippin the page
And im changing the pace
Of the game that i play
Im a formula one
In an ametuer race
I be underground
But that don't mean
That im not digging up
To the surface
I need to be king
Prepared for the mountain
My rhymes are pristine

Know what you get when you f*ck with the gang
Ship it from cali we rasin' the stakes
Got us a plan and we put it in place
Movin' the pack and it's off to the race
Know who to hit when in need of the goofy shit
Out in the cut as we smokin' a wood of it
If you a cougher get out of the circle bitch
Only the pros can come smoke on the doliest

Know what you get when you f*ck with the gang
Ship it from cali we rasin' the stakes
Got us a plan and we put it in place
Movin' the pack and it's off to the race
Know who to hit when in need of the goofy shit
Out in the cut as we smokin' a wood of it
If you a cougher get out of the circle bitch
Only the pros can come smoke on the doliest