Powder by Z aka Zeus Lyrics
Ohhh
Ohhh
My young nigga got the power , gas and the drink
Rollin through the six one five, plotting on getting bank
Pass the loud and hit my stance, cause we done ran up
Outta drink, like shaq up on the backboard, z up in
The paint, Z up in the paint
Little little little little little nigga, I can't help but murder
Serta how niggas been sleeping on me, home boy got the
Powder and the heater homie, At rock bottem so I can't see
Jabronis, might get the hammer on my arm, cause my wrists
Get lonely , I ain't never been phony , shout out to Kirby
Shout out to Kirby, willing with smith and wessen 500, heard
A fuck boy owed him like 500, its hard out here for a pimp
Niggas is tricken man that girl got a limp, shit im chilling in the
Cut with the juice and the dank, momma probably thinking
Im a saint , probably kill her knowin im like pops with the juice
And the drank
My young nigga got the power , gas and the drink
Rollin through the six one five, plotting on getting bank
Pass the loud and hit my stance, cause we done ran up
Outta drink, like shaq up on the backboard, z up in
The paint, Z up in the paint
Ahhhhh I get it I get it I get it
Im youg L god of
Young l god of my
Young l god of my
Young l god of my
Young l god of my
Young l god of my
Young l god of my city
Ohhh
Swervin in my nigga catty, he just rolled up a loud chevy
Wood grain tippen , black and mild wood tip pullin
Cruising down 231 in the buick, my nigga got the gas so I’m lit
Ona stay legit
Ohhh it’s a dream , got a bitch hitting falsettos
Like ohhh, she lovin the crew, its not the weekend more like
A Monday quarter past two , I tell her come through then we
Make her do what it doo
My nigga got the
So Im lit
My nigga got the
So Im lit
My nigga got the
So Im lit
Ohhh
My young nigga got the power , gas and the drink
Rollin through the six one five, plotting on getting bank
Pass the loud and hit my stance, cause we done ran up
Outta drink, like shaq up on the backboard, z up in
The paint, Z up in the paint
Little little little little little nigga, I can't help but murder
Serta how niggas been sleeping on me, home boy got the
Powder and the heater homie, At rock bottem so I can't see
Jabronis, might get the hammer on my arm, cause my wrists
Get lonely , I ain't never been phony , shout out to Kirby
Shout out to Kirby, willing with smith and wessen 500, heard
A fuck boy owed him like 500, its hard out here for a pimp
Niggas is tricken man that girl got a limp, shit im chilling in the
Cut with the juice and the dank, momma probably thinking
Im a saint , probably kill her knowin im like pops with the juice
And the drank
My young nigga got the power , gas and the drink
Rollin through the six one five, plotting on getting bank
Pass the loud and hit my stance, cause we done ran up
Outta drink, like shaq up on the backboard, z up in
The paint, Z up in the paint
Ahhhhh I get it I get it I get it
Im youg L god of
Young l god of my
Young l god of my
Young l god of my
Young l god of my
Young l god of my
Young l god of my city
Ohhh
Swervin in my nigga catty, he just rolled up a loud chevy
Wood grain tippen , black and mild wood tip pullin
Cruising down 231 in the buick, my nigga got the gas so I’m lit
Ona stay legit
Ohhh it’s a dream , got a bitch hitting falsettos
Like ohhh, she lovin the crew, its not the weekend more like
A Monday quarter past two , I tell her come through then we
Make her do what it doo
My nigga got the
So Im lit
My nigga got the
So Im lit
My nigga got the
So Im lit