Zipper Bagz Lyrics – Freddie Gibbs
*** or some drink, I don’t feel right (Yeah)
Thuggin’ and ***’ on *** ’cause that’s what I feel like (Uh)
I’m trill, working the wheel, a pimp, not a simp
If I don’t have me some *** or some drink, I don’t feel like (Yeah)
All I know is go get the bag
*** post on the block, we can split the bag (Yeah, yeah)
Out here servin’ the neighbors, they sniff a bag (Yeah, yeah)
All I know is yayo and them zipper bags (Yeah, yeah)
Had to cut off my ho, I can’t trick a bag
*** them Gucci and Louis and Fendi bags
All I know is yayo and them zipper bags
Got my money so heavy, can’t lift a bag, yeah, baow
Thuggin’ and ***’ on *** ’cause that’s what I feel like (That’s what I feel like)
If I don’t have me some *** or some drink, I don’t feel right (I don’t feel right)
I’ma pull up in that Lambo’ ’cause that’s what I feel like (What I feel like)
If I don’t have me some *** or some drink, I don’t feel right
All I know is go get the bag
*** post on the block, we can split the bag (Yeah, yeah)
Out here servin’ the neighbors, they sniff a bag (Yeah, yeah)
All I know is yayo and them zipper bags (Yeah, yeah)
Had to cut off my ho, I can’t trick a bag
*** them Gucci and Louis and Fendi bags (Yeah, yeah)
All I know is yayo and them zipper bags
Got my money so heavy, can’t lift a bag, yeah, yeah
I got an Eastside ho
Trappin’ out a house with some Eastside blow
Smokers comin’ back for at least five more
*** an opp, then it’s back to the East I go
Heaven or the belly of the beast I’ll go
Freddie, how you come up on the kis that low?
Hit my Mexican and come up on at least five more
*** an opp, then it’s back to the East I go, to the East I go
Yeah, I’m ’bout to shoot up your party ’cause that’s what I feel like (What I feel like)
If I don’t pull up and drop me an opp, I don’t feel right (I don’t feel right)
Ever since I lost the homies, a *** can’t feel life (I can’t feel life)
If I don’t have me some *** or some drink, I don’t feel right
All I know is go get the bag
*** post on the block, we can split the bag (Yeah, yeah)
Out here servin’ the neighbors, they sniff a bag (Yeah, yeah)
All I know is yayo and them zipper bags (Yeah, yeah)
Had to cut off my ho, I can’t trick a bag
*** them Gucci and Louis and Fendi bags (Yeah, yeah)
All I know is yayo and them zipper bags
Got my money so heavy, can’t lift a bag, yeah
Work, work (I don’t feel right)
Had to *** with your ho, I got that work
And you know I got that work, work
That work, work
Had to *** with your ho, I got that work, work (I’m trill, working the wheel)
You know I got that work, work (I’m trill, working the wheel, a pimp, not a simp)
That work, work
Had to *** with your ho, I got that work (I’m trill, working the wheel, a pimp, not a simp)
And you know I got that work, work (I’m trill, working the wheel, a pimp, not a simp)
That work, work
Had to *** with your ho, I got that work (I’m trill, working the wheel, a pimp, not a simp)
And you know I got that work