Z-Ro the Crooked (Chorus) In the wicked world, here come the champion, look out, look out Abra cadabra, and running with the gun in me hand, look out, look out [Z-Ro
the air, you know how it goes Stash spot with weight in it, Candy paint with blakes in it Trunk got the bass in it, One liter with eights in it Swisha
(feat. Peaches, T.A.Z.) [Z-Ro] I haven't smoked a sweet in 27 days When I'm under pressure, I feel it's necessary to blaze And I'm asking Jesus what
Fucking with deadly can mash, it's Guerilla Maab we ain't had How a playa does it I is, I put that up on my kids Z-Ro and Trae in the mix, with G.I.N.
(feat. Z-Ro) [Z-Ro] Lord, have mercy, mercy Lord have mercy, mercy [Chorus: Z-Ro] Ooh wee, dear lord I don't want that to be me Another black boy in
motherfucking name I never play fake Easy does it, do it easy when I execute To that nigga and the darkside when my weapon shoot Shoot again and feel
[Z-Ro] Niggas be screaming Z-Ro, how does it feel to be a ceo But I don't know, cause I can't get a set of keys to the studio And I know my fanbase is
On pen and paper, and right now, they fin to let You know how it is, it's a chance, God bless us Allah, you number one [Wood] Well it's my return, and
keep up I'm Z-Ro the Crooked (talking) I ain't ditching old punk ass nigga Look in my motherfucking eyes nigga Till I die, I'ma be real [Z-Ro] Show
I'm a target But they know it ain't no stopping my gang, if I get it started My attitude on my shoulder, so respect it I ain't friendly It don't take