Water Zips (feat. Kevin Gates)

Slidin' through the streets, took off my cleats, and got some peace from 'em

I been it since I was sellin' waters and some three hundred

First time I hit somethin' with that blick, I had a weak stomach

Seven-six-two bullets knocked the numbers off the three hundred

He ain't die, but his remainin' life gon' be a cucumber

**** can't out-snake me, I'm a king cobra, the realist

Trenches let my brother run through three bundles

Last one so ignorant that the Jay wish he could re-smoke it

Next time I see Henry, I know it might be a shoot-out

Servin' on probation with a anklet at my boo house

Give yo' life to me, and what I do, and you get flewed in

Leave it in her raw while she on top, and let it ooze out

Her head was so stupid, woulda thought that she had two mouths

He said, "Are you sure you don't wanna talk?" And I said, "No doubt"

Took a break from trappin', started rappin', made a new trap

Talkin' to them ratchets, get you clapped at at your new house

Yo' bitch said you so scared, and told me everything I knew 'bout

They said he almost dead, so I'm just prayin' they pull the tube out

Slidin' through the streets, took off my cleats, and got some peace from 'em

I been it since I was sellin' waters and some three hundred

First time I hit somethin' with that blick, I had a weak stomach

Seven-six-two bullets knocked the numbers off the three hundred

He ain't die, but his remainin' life gon' be a cucumber

**** can't out-snake me, I'm a king cobra

I gave you **** history and somethin' real to beef over

We take sons from fathers, and give mommas shit to weep over

Puerto Rico Dave just tapped my hip, I put that pack on it

Vacuum-sealed with inner tubes to eat the base, got stamps on it

Dick inside her purse, you get berserk, I put that lamp on it

Makin' slick remarks, get no response, can't even hear that shit from where I'm at

Never went through theatrics, just put eighteen zips on Cali meds

Losin' like a tool, but I ain't open up a package yet

Re-rock in my kitchen, doin' re-cooks

'Cause Sandra posted bond for my lil' brother, he got re-booked

A hundred bricks of tan in minivans, I got the streets shook

I met Teflon Mark in Phipps Plaza in Atlanta, I'm with OG Ken

Sell load, got stopped, but I recovered, this is no pretend

Smilin' on a boat with my lil' bitch, I just been focusin'

Cigar smoke, got caught up in the moment while I soak it in

Covered up my face in public, hope nobody notice it

I cover up her face and fuck her, I know that she lovin' it

She look back and say, "Bae, I'm cummin'"

I can't hear you, come again?

Slidin' through the streets, took off my cleeks, and got some peace from 'em

I been it since I was sellin' waters and some three hundred

First time I hit somethin' with that blick, I had a weak stomach

Seven-six-two bullets knocked the numbers off the three hundred

He ain't die, but his remainin' life gon' be a cucumber

**** can't out-snake me, I'm a king cobra

I gave you **** history and somethin' real to beef over

We take sons from fathers, and give mommas shit to weep over