Z-ro - 8 Minute Freestyle lyrics

(Lil Keke) [talking] Most anticipated Texas Mixtape n***a. Young Don you know what im sayin? I been gettin money. Lil C, keep stackin n***a. 1-2-3-4. We don did it again. Ya know, these n***as out here out makin love, haha. Check it out. Get off ya n***a, go get ya money. If you stand in line long enough you gon get to the window homie. Ya know what im sayin. I been gettin it. Ohh, original SUC that is. The MVP n***a. (Lil Keke) You know what? i came in this game, i woke up one mornin i was thinkin bout the grain. Jumped in the drop, seats red bu*ter. Turned up the bang and it made the trunk stutter. I riding up the vard i thinkin bout some b**hes, i pa** by in it let em work on my switches. Now im gettin juice, pancakes droppin. Its the young Don in the way he stoppin. Never ever stop, i smoke good crop. You know when i hold, i come red out the shop. It might be apa, it might be brandy, nine coats of clear, i got that wet a** candy. Comin out the salt, since '93. D-O-N the K-E-K-E. n***as know one thing i bring hap. Freestyle king young don Fat Pat. I did it from the top, i did it for the troop. And its the young Don still rep hoover blue. Whats up to them bloods, its a whole nation. Gangsta a** n***as thug n***as on vacation. s**as go home, my click still strong. Im comin down candy red ridin on the bone. Bone insides lookin like tan. Drop the top and swang 4s to the sand. Now in the water, hoes see a slaughter. Its the young don still chasin after daughters. Chasin after hoes, ridin of 4s. Everytime i ride i be on my tiptoes. Ridin through the lane, holdin wood grain. n***as know young Don Ke do his thang. I came for the title, i came back hard. s**a a** n***as had to give me my car. Now they still hidin, look at em run. Im chasin after n***as with the what choppa gun. Bustin boys down, s**as is a clown. 713 im the king of the town. Im still underground, im still hoover Screw. (RIP) Im still comin hard and im still ridin blue. Im riding cobalt, i might be ridin navy, its the young don only God can save me. Lord, help me, please come back. Im diggin in my pocket and im bout to spend a stack. Im still sellin crack, im still writin raps. Its the young don keep stars on my caps. Everytime i ride, everytime i slide, s**as start runnin, boys start hidin. Its the young don, im riding in the car. Freestyle king still a f**in superstar. Im still a what king, im bout to live a dream. Everytime i pull out, im wit a strong team. A team full a goons, higher than the moon, so much wood its lookin like a living room. Inside in the vette, its wet like a pet. Herschelwood Texas still represent my set. I am the king, listen to my tongue. Hoes start listenin and them hoes get sprung. I be breakin mics, i be breakin cards. Its the young don still tippin boulevard. What about this chevy? its sits so heavy. Ima break the game up if n***as let me. Im outta H-Town, whats up Fat Pat? Its the young don hoes still tryin to chat. I holla at a dime, cuz it aint a crime. Im hollerin at them n***as dressed in white Louis Vuitton. Boys in the PEN, stand up strong. Its the young don on the mic goin long. I cant fall off, i represent the south. I spent 20,000 on my motha f**in mouth. Now my rocks glow, 30 for a show. I break the hoe. n***as dont know. I still go hard, I still go what? its the young don might be riding trophy truck. Sittin on the buck, sittin on the gray. n***as better go home if they tryin to play. I never do it, i never stop, its the young don might just cut off the top. Let em see the inside let em see the drop. Comin down sunshine a n***a dont pop. I dont pop trunk, i dont ride belts. I ride old school make sure the pain felt. n***as dont stop. n***as still hatin. Its the young don might be ridin, ice skatin. Ridin on them 4s, ridin on the spiders. Never pay attention to them broke dick riders. Cant see me, i cant be stopped. Its the young don smokin green colored crop. Smokin on the Kush, smokin on the Purple, n***as talkin down i only f** wit my circle. Only my crew, this what i do. Whats up Screw You, i still love you. Its the young don, i do it for my son. Money by the ton. (Z-ro) Drinkin on soda, wit the bar in it. You know what im talkin bout? im in the coupe, aint walkin the lot. Im parkin lot pimpin the lot. f**in wit these bad a** b**hes. But i know, they after riches, not mine. I gotta gun and ima co*k mine. Hatas, gimmie 50, drop down. My n***a C-Mo. And that boy Mike-Mo down wit Z-ro. And that Millzey, its goin down. n***a we representin H-Town. We'll lay ya down in this b**h. Dont talk sh**, we'll spray ya down in the b**h (b**h) quick (quick). And all you n***as dead mayne. Cereal bowl holes in heads mayne. Ay, thats real talk. Hold up, RIP to Hawk, RIP to Moe, RIP to Chad. I dont need a pen and pad. Im actin bad. Hold up, im on that madden, in the crib one deep, and im saggin. Blue raggin and flaggin at the same time. Did 17 murders wit the same 9. Goddamn n***a, im just runnin my mouth. But im still reppin the south. Yall know what im talkin about, walk in with the pistol, hit em, then i walk out. I get my motha f**in bread n***a, and guess what i got? 10 mo bullets fo yo head n***a. Screwed Up Click all day long. Im gon, but i can run my block from a payphone. Why? Cuz i got OG bread. Everytime we hit the parking lot we turn heads like chad. And the motha f**in Bun B. I got bread, by the Hundred. 1000 dollas for the ABN. King Of The Ghetto entertainment then. An that G-Maab Entertainment. Trae i love you mayne. Real talk.