Zack N Cody

Mac on the track so you know that it’s slapping
Twin Glocks Zach and Cody
Bitch you know my song but you don’t know me
Twenty and it’s on me
Talking to, pull up shooter gang like it’s
Left his blood on my hand, that’s a knuckle sandwich
I put a Perc in my cup, I’m like fuck a Xanax
I got scars that can’t heal, I’m like fuck a bandage
If I get down I’m snaking niggas, I’m so fucking scandalous
Strictly Only Brothers like I’m tryna knock my cousin off
Get you smacked for shit you didn’t do, bitch that’s your brother fault
Never heard me complain about no L, nigga I brush 'em off
I’m tryna hit a opper off the road but this ain’t bumper cars
I smoke Cookie, I smoke Runtz, and chief on Ozzy by the pound
Don’t do no smazz, don’t pop no molly or sniff none, that’s not my style
Don’t want no leg shot, no chest shot or his arm, I want his scalp
Don’t fuck with no snakes, nigga no pigs, nigga no rats and no mouse
I got her busting back to back when I dick her down
And I already had you bitch I want your sister now
Twin Glockianas niggas running when I whip 'em out
Get to busting with 'em both, flip his whip around
Bitch
Twin Glocks Zach and Cody
Yeah, bitch you know my song you don’t know me
Off the bench and still put up dub like Ginobili
Bitch I’m still that nigga, I’m gon' be balling when I’m forty nigga
All this ice on me please, I don’t gotta freeze
Sound like money when I talk, I speak guapanese
Lord already showed me that I’m blessed, I don’t gotta sneeze
No I ain’t a killer but don’t push, then I gotta squeeze
Lil' nigga, I’m big homey
Yeah, baby like to ride it with her pony
I just paid a band for these kicks and it’s on me
Niggas talking 'til we pull up, shooter gang like it’s Kony nigga
And instead I damn near crashed, tryna do the dash
Told that bitch I need it all, she still give you half
Nigga 'Gram flexing with his load, let’s go get his stash
For me to sign it gotta be some shit that I ain’t never had
Young nigga, real boss, don’t care what it’s costing
Me and my bitch just left Saks, they see us there often
I done turned in this tape, they left 'em with caution
I call Zay he don’t talk, he just like the auction
Everything on me cost, this ain’t cheap attire
Brodie shirt might be wrinkled but he keep his iron
G23, call him dragon he keep breathing fire
If they ain’t heard no Lil' Bean, turn they speakers higher
Twin Glocks Zach and Cody
Yeah, bitch you know my song you don’t know me
Off the bench and still put up dub like Ginobili
Bitch I’m still that nigga, I’m gon' be balling when I’m forty nigga
All this ice on me please, I don’t gotta freeze
Sound like money when I talk, I speak guapanese
Lord already showed me that I’m blessed, I don’t gotta sneeze
No I ain’t a killer but don’t push, then I gotta squeeze