ZOULJARAG

[Verse: esteban, Niontay] Yeah, alright Punch in, punch out, slide like Tyson No pen, no pad, I don't even like writing Beatin' the road, I don't even got a license I'm feelin' like Wayne, all I need is a lighter I'm going in 'til my name on the flyers I don't want your ho, I just needed to fly her (Fly her) I'm fraud like snake oil salesman The wire was foreign, it came from Belgium Said it's smoke, but they can't inhale it That pussy is power, she probably sell it (Sell) Show they hand, make 'em highly regret it Ain't come overnight, it took time and effort (Lil' nigga) By my brudda, I'm sliding with Nel Nigga don't need the plug, they in need of a baron Training the beat like we Kenan and Kel On Jesus, I send me a nigga to hell Know a nigga set fye, turn to rain with a Dell Shit take a lil' while when it come through the mail You don't wanna get roped? Gotta pick up the shells You on? I catch me a nigga Tyrell You broke niggas find- hold on, huh You broke niggas find the side of the cell You signed that paper, went straight to the shelf Gotta die for a [?], cause I made it myself He sent a Tweet, then we gave him the belt Off a ten, I can't tell how it actually felt All that dick eating is bad for your health Nigga only dick riding they having for self Real life rap, nigga came up for real I can make a hunnid thou off platinum scales I can make a hunnid racks off death, for slips All money in, no buts, no ifs Fuckin' the game, put my thumb in her butt You love me? You know we can't kiss on the lips I'm tryna grind like crook, I get on the beat Still punching, still don't got a hook You won't understand what it took I was just hiding some box, and marked my books My Z need a M on his books Ain't finna never come home They gave [?] the book Still on my grind like a Smith Way I be doing this shit, it ain't sweet as it look 'Fore I rap, get you popped like a cyst Niggas would run up that bag up they mouth if they could In the back of the spot like a [?] Send me the PDF file, nigga know I'ma cook it Nigga be lying in their music Link up with gang, got more artillery than computer (Brrrt) I found a route and abuse it You bought that Glock for picture Lil' nigga, use it Hustle like that in the net I pulled this shit out the mud, ain't nothin' you can tell me I'm in New York like a pimp Come walk a mile in these 'Gielas, this shit get lil' heavy (Lil' heavy)