Songtext Zimmerman Fred The Godson

Zimmerman

We walk around straps in the night time
With any bitch with a wild one
Now your funeral on night line
TV and might fuck you, you know I'mma busting
Man is chose this
My gun it's get mess to shut shit
Call the floster, I got the hinch man now clap for us like Zc Moris I sink potential
Shit, I'mma roll on the pray on
Try it on the hoody with some skills nigga treavor
I'm botu man with the K on
I get your body out line and get some pray on
I'm from the Browns all we know it's murder
Nigas get murder over nigga play the burners
Does a shutter born everyday
This niggas I never heard of
I know you blame you mother and you don't want me to heard it
Be aware, hope this words make you wake up
You got squers in yout circle, shape up
Silences are like pop-pop...
Is all the same when is pop-pop banging

For the money all of, I get that ball Bejamin
The whole hood want my all turn zimmerman
I told ém the job zimmerman
I told ém the job zimmerman

I put money on ém, I get that ball Bejamin
The whole hood want my all turn zimmerman
I told ém the job zimmerman
I told ém the job zimmerman

Anybody my nigga's farewell
A Maserati staring, every nigga is staring
Shwnty I get that area
Score on the silence so I won't get no hearing
Everybody hearing in the ex
Want heroine, at last, I shut him in the leg
You know I woulnd't do that even if he kind of worthing
I even shut the caps

I'm from the Browns all we know is guns
Fuck the rest unless the recepies is done
Know they felt, I'm from the shelft and nigga I'm from the slum
Worth make the ...bang so rappers here I come
I'm with my main man, main man
TBMTMC it's like game bang
Well is it what is is dog
Ain't nothign for free but free is so

I put money on ém, I get that ball Bejamin
The whole hood want my all turn zimmerman
I told ém the job zimmerman
I told ém the job zimmerman

I put money on ém, I get that ball Bejamin
The whole hood want my all turn zimmerman
I told ém the job zimmerman
I told ém the job zimmerman

Ain't no one tell ém cort
When the choppers on deck like a haley port
You ain't coming hard better stay home
Playing for money, own ém like you play on phone
TMC where the fuck the car is
Ask rest 'til your crimp in your hotel
Poul yeah I know you hear cuz the bread real
Run down on you like a fucking train man

I said I'm doing like a text message
Don't make it put a verse on your dead record
But I'm on the plane, texing, they flyin g
Do it I'm on, door I'mma swicth ok

617 all duded stuck on the ...nine milimeter better call the reverend
What to wait in my state I'm connected
Anything pass and try, stay calm and ...
This is bango, what you calling my young boy keep the nigga on grooving
She fuck with my ..yeah I record that
You better learn that