Zappo

I know my bae love me i can tell by the way she kiss hugg me I feel like she gone ride til eternity by the way she grip the wheel of her infinity she feels how I feel bout my enemies said she ain't gangster I can't tell she got those tendencies drop the top on vert let hair blow riding circles round the city got nowhere to go fred wessel booming like it's metro cousin pumping bags of gas not that petro niggas acting like hoes transgenders summer time serving pure snow like it's December like it's December nigga bae already know how moving music loud weaving in and out of traffic grooving Austin Powers dirty hit that woop wehollered groovy dirty you',s sn actor find an agent shoot a movie big Zapp , no hat on I don't do cap thrax on me while in Booth,gave it two taps phone steady echoing,, might just be a trap don't like me know he hate zappo,, still I gave him dap pop the watermelon rime up throw it at each other shit a nigga did back as kids times were way better writing to my brother in heaven I feel so alone poured my last shot from the bottle, ain't no more patron on thuglife looking around like where the homies go still on yhat wild Irish rose gripping a snug nose me and hard Nard throwbacks like pinstripe lee's dead fresh hard pulling up like you ain't got these that's my dog dirty wild and he funny popping out looking like smelling like money