LYRICS:
Bounce on the count 4 

Smokin on this medical 

Sippin on this fifth i took a drink and then i poured it all 

This for the homies and the ones who didnt make it 

Rest in peace to my pops 

I just hope he see me changing 



Tu - tu

Tuck - tuck it tho lemme count stacks 



Keeping my feelings up under this money i dont wanna talk facts 

Thats why i cant call back 



Lost in the void i keep on falling right back in 

When i reached out aint nobody came and offer me a hand 



But fuck it This just my head 

These drugs gon help me feel dead 

Tough luck when i came from nothin 

Turned that flower into bread



This music helpin me vent 

It take the knots out my chest 

It gets tighter when i speak bout the issues that make me pressed 



Like why they all up in my head nah

Why they uh-uh




Slam don’t mean to interrupt but this is the one for the squad imma hold up the bottle

-Flashin’ my bank account make them eyes open up wider I’m tired of serving as a model

-Listen to Bum on the regular got me exposing the mind RIP to my father

-Options I’m dodging the thinking I ponder should I rearrange never dropping a flopper

-Finding me bored I get high as a bitch

-Im steady flowing water in a ditch

-Trip it on load runnin’ back need a hit

-That’s how the mind of a feind work loosening up every moment falling to a pit

-Diggin’ a hole how many of us fit

-Drag ‘em all down the personal abyss

-Couldn’t be Slam I’ll never fuckin switch

-Block a couple loaded barrels

-Knockin’ from banging the pedal

-Stop and listen imma blow then frog at you holding the metal

-Officer drop and roll not a fire just pulling on your leg

-Consequences coming but used to only care for the dare yuh

-Got a new bitch, on the main line, steady blowin’ up my phone

-I’m a new kid, not a wimp now, but I still check back home

-It’s the life I live, tweakin’ whenever you drop and don’t pick up the phone

-Just raise a hand when you be lost and then never get caught in picking at a bone

PRESSURE IN MY LUNGS - bumboi w slmdnk (prod. bumboi)

Newest single from Zero 610, produced and mixed by Zero 610.

EVERYTHING EXCLUSIVE

LOCKING IN AND CRASHING OUT AT THE SAME TIME

Lyrics:

bumboi:
Down from the south to the north we some playas

Down down from the south to the north we some playas



Call up yung chop he might pop 
he gon spray sum 
Let that boy talk he a mop 
He might say sum 
Only time she call when she want 
me to lay some
Straight from the south to tha north we gon
Bake em 

Brodie said he want all the muhfuckin smoke yea 

Why he talkin sick better go n wipe his nose yea 

Say he got a cold we gon hang em like a coat
Then

Throw em in the sticks let him find his way home 
Yea


Uh 
he aint about it 
He be steady pillow talkin boy ikno he rattin
Grimey as them bugs that be stuck up in his mattress
Why he plottin on the bum boy u kno that gon end tragic

Aye yo money short just like it todo
Pull up to yo scene finna shoot it like a photo 

I aint never been the one to play tho
let the lemon squeeze
We gon fold em like some playdoh

Uh uh uh 
Uh uh uh uh uh 


T-Choppa:
 tell me why you looking neckless
Big chop pop mop hella reckless
Mofucker life I’m dip where the exit
If you wanna problem wit me den come press
the way you keep my dick up in yo mouth impressive 
anything thing we drop make the ops uneasy
Ima keep g gotta keep hair greezy
I’m hella fucking mad ayo bum pass bleezy 
Hot box shit like we kicking tip 
U don’t fucking we den you can suck a pp
I’m da beetle juice in cope moving creepy
Im horn dog mama best not tease me
Ima get these bands yeah my hands look cheesy
Pull up bow bow wow do a motherfucker greezy

BAGITARIUS - bumboi x t choppa (prod.bumboi)

FUCK THE LAW

APPLE PIE WITH THA WINGS

BORN TO KILL

Lyrics:

Flies in ya throat let my parasite infect ya mind Lies being told to better spit the truth im grippin spines 
White in ya nose i can see tweakin bout some lines
Open up this flight dutt pack lil bitch u kno im getting high 

I broke the roof off of this hoe 
Tie that noose around ya throat 
Feeling shady its just the money tree i planted long ago 

Never lack i watch my back with all the eyes i pulled out slow 
Yung sly cooper u cant see me creepin sneakin thru yo home

Grip my 45 
Lost so much sleep many nights
Sacrificed my sleight of hand i cock it back and blow my mind 

Cutting me deep all those times that you lied 
Talkin to god but he never replies 
Feels like im losing my faith and belief in myself and i dont kno where else to reside 

If you want it then lets get it homie bust a bitch up on eem

Better focus on the mission so we get our paper money 
See my dick under the mistletoe u better kiss up on it 
Boy ikno u never kicked a door quit cappin in yo phonics 

No i dont need more bitches i need riches in my business 
dividends so goddamn high u need a accountant just to finish 
I dont care about my image if it don’t fit it in the picture
All u rappers worried bout a trend im counting up these digits

Grip my 45 
Lost so much sleep many nights
Sacrificed my sleight of hand i cock it back and blow my mind

Flies in ya throat let my parasite infect ya mind Lies being told to better spit the truth im grippin spines 
White in ya nose i can see tweakin bout some lines
Open up this flight dutt pack lil bitch u kno im getting high

SUP MANE!

Zero 610

Recent comments

mercifvll

S3CTION12(alt.acc)

DA EVIL LEAF MANE

ZIPP

Related tracks