Zips - Ricky Hil

I used to hold four zips

That would make my mama trip

I was ducking moms, pops, and them cops

I was taking those trips

We could make it up to Bridgeport

We could make it quick

We could make them see

And it won’t be 'bout shit

I know that you don’t know nothing

And you don’t need me

The wind is getting cold outside

And its time for me to leave

You know i keep this in the street

Rain, hell, or sleep

Used to buy opiates by the beach

That’s just CT

I show her inappropriate size of me

That’s what she wanna see

Limosa Nostra til it dies in me, yeah, until it dies in me

I got my phon on the cable

And its sitting on a table, but i know thy won’t call me

Got my phone on the cable

And its sitting on a table, i know they won’t call me, yeah

I used to hold four zips

That would make my mama trip

I was ducking moms, pops, and them cops

PO on my biz, yeah

I was taking those trips, yeah

We could get it all to Bridgeport, yeah (x3)

Ima miss her when she dips

I fuck her raw and i kiss her on the lips

Ima trick on her when i make it flip (x2)