Owe You Niggaz Shit Lyrics - Z-ro

Synesthetic 

Synesthetic 

They like: What ya doing? Why ya still here? 

I'm like a pistol rap, damn bitch I live here 

Forgot about trends, I sit and shit, I did here 

This grown man music, you popular with the kids here 

Yeah, I put on like Jeezy 'nem 

If they help me put on, ya know I'm feedin' them 

If they roaching, you would never ever see me with them 

And if I tell her, "Come with me!", you know she leaving him 

I'm just saying, look, I got it like that 

Yeah, the haters took it from me, but I got it right back 

If you got some bitch up in ya, I'ma spot it like that 

If the bag ain't heavy, well, then it's not the right bag, yeah 

Laughing at these haters tryna block my shine 

Always tryna act like it's not my time 

Why you worried 'bout my nickels, and 'bout my dime? 

They might lock away my body, but can't lock my mind 

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I don't owe you niggas shit, kids (I don't owe you niggas shit) 

I don't owe you niggas shit, kids (I don't owe you niggas shit) 

I don't owe you niggas shit, kids (I don't owe you niggas shit) 

I don't owe you niggas shit, I don't owe you niggas shit, kids 

(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) 

What ya want, homie? I don't owe shit, bitch 

Bet ya never got told "No" this quick (Hell nah) 

Now, ya mad at me, huh? I'm on ya shit list 

Do it then, and what you get is this foot and this fist 

See you in the kitchen, he just sealing the deal 

I'm in my home, countin' money, it's a million for real 

I'm a boss, but I hustle like I'm still in the field 

If I say "Fuck you!", I ain't playing, bitch, the feeling is real 

'Cause I'm swimming pool cool, I don't trip like that 

You gon' make a nigga empty out a clip like that 

You don't want a see that body bag zipped like that 

What I'm repping? Screwed Up Click, Hoover Crip like that 

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Laughing at these haters tryna block my shine 

Always tryna act like it's not my time 

Why you worried 'bout my nickels, and 'bout my dime? 

They might lock away my body, but can't lock my mind 

I don't owe you niggas shit, kids (I don't owe you niggas shit) 

I don't owe you niggas shit, kids (I don't owe you niggas shit) 

I don't owe you niggas shit, kids (I don't owe you niggas shit) 

I don't owe you niggas shit, I don't owe you niggas shit, kids 

(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) 

They asking Johnny what I spent on my chain 

And how many karats, what kind of diamonds in this ring 

Did he make payments or did he drop all the change? 

Probably wanna know if I wear Polo drawers or Hanes 

Would ya look at that house? I know he ain't doing bad 

"Can I get a hundred dollars?" They see me, that's what they ask 

Smell like some Reggie, they see me, that's what they pass 

I be like, "Damn, y'all must really be doing bad!" 

But that ain't my bidness, I got shit to do 

You already know I ain't giving shit to you 

And to my money, baby, I ain't really into you 

Drop you off and go get money, that's what I'm fin to do 

Laughing at these haters tryna block my shine 

Always tryna act like it's not my time 

Why you worried 'bout my nickels, and 'bout my dime? 

They might lock away my body, but can't lock my mind 

I don't owe you niggas shit, kids (I don't owe you niggas shit) 

I don't owe you niggas shit, kids (I don't owe you niggas shit) 

I don't owe you niggas shit, kids (I don't owe you niggas shit) 

I don't owe you niggas shit, I don't owe you niggas shit, kids 

(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)