Zandoes lyrics

[Intro]
2 Trappy
Free da guys
City Boyz

[Verse 1]
120 on the M oh sh*t
I pray feds don't stop this whip
3' Tox he was taking the p*ss, back to bang up in kettles at 6
Ayy you know who it is
Put the Q in front of the 2 and I still go Live in the T
I gotta grip this One, cah me I'm tryna lift Headies
I wan aim and shoot insteadie
My Nokia's booming all these zandoes, I ain't even had no breakie
2T man step with readies
Like all that talk on the net and 0 street wan do leggy

[Chorus]
I do road I love the Os, Bad Bs and paper folds
Still scraping pyrex bowls, still double tap for my bros
I don't do no hoes, sorry don't do no goals
Baby come hold this pole, baby come hold this pole
I do road I love the Os, Bad Bs and paper folds
Still scraping pyrex bowls, still double tap for my bros
I don't do no hoes, I don't do no goals
Baby come hold this pole, baby come hold this pole
[Verse 2]
Boose made a killing off snow and Kyze still push these bricks
2T 120 on the M, I made a killing off doing no ticks
And they'd think that I have the flu, the way that I make these residents sick
That's TT rocks from straight drop flicks, that I pebble down on my strip
2T still taking risks, 2s and 4s that's tuna and kettles
I was on my tizzy at 6, thinking 'bout bum and tits
Young trap kid from the city, I just love when this paper flips
Peds and whips and I love these OT trips

[Chorus]
I do road I love the Os, Bad Bs and paper folds
Still scraping pyrex bowls, still double tap for my bros
I don't do no hoes, sorry don't do no goals
Baby come hold this pole, baby come hold this pole
I do road I love the Os, Bad Bs and paper folds
Still scraping pyrex bowls, still double tap for my bros
I don't do no hoes, I don't do no goals
Baby come hold this pole, baby come hold this pole

[Outro]
Boose made a killing off snow and Kyze still push these bricks
2T 120 on the M, I made a killing off doing no ticks
And they'd think that I have the flu, the way that I make these residents sick
2T 120 on the M, I made a killing off doing no ticks
And they'd think that I have the flu, the way that I make these residents sick
The way that I make these residents sick
The way that I make these residents sick
The way that I make these residents sick
[Chorus]
I do road I love the Os, Bad Bs and paper folds
Still scraping pyrex bowls, still double tap for my bros
I don't do no hoes, sorry don't do no goals
Baby come hold this pole, baby come hold this pole
I do road I love the Os, Bad Bs and paper folds
Still scraping pyrex bowls, still double tap for my bros
I don't do no hoes, I don't do no goals
Baby come hold this pole, baby come hold this pole