🎵 25 Lighters // by Z-Ro

37 Contributors25 Lighters Lyrics “25 Lighters” is an off the dome freestyle from Z-Ro that pays tribute to the OG Screwed Up Click anthem 25 Lighters by DJ DMD, DJ Screw, Lil Keke, and Fat Pat.… Read More  [Intro] Hold up Z-Ro the crooked, AKA king of the ghetto Screwed Up Click soldier for life You know what I'm talking about? Mo' City, stand up in this motherfucker You know what I'm saying? My nigga Grady in this bitch, what's up, my nigga? Huh, inside out, that boy Harv done touch ground Hold up, man, you know what I'm saying? Ridgemont four for life Ridgevan riders nigga, Ridgemont hard heads Huh, y'all feel me, man, rest in peace to that nigga Jody That nigga LL man, you know what I'm saying? Shit, man, it's fucked up, man Rest in peace to that nigga E-mo We gon' hold it down, you know what I'm talking about? And that's real talk [Verse] 25 Lighters on my dresser, yes sir I got a bad black bitch that drives a black Kompressor You know I'm smokin' on that herb Every damn day just to calm my damn nerves Screwed Up Click ain't never gon' switch Nigga build a ditch for a motherfuckin snitch Talkin' to the laws givin' up info Catch me at the pad, black lacquer smokin' indo Sipping on drank on a whole liter It's the nigga Ro, I got a .9 millimeter And a .45 I'm a keep it live In '08, like I did in '95 That was the year I made it clear Wreckin' on the microphone to get away from here I'm reppin' for the South with diamonds in my mouth And diamonds on my hands and diamonds in my house Shinin' so bright even in the night Smoking on kush, what the fuck is top flight? I'm only on the good, bitch I wish you would Keeping it all world, y'all keepin' it all hood Trying to get paper, pull another caper Man, my house is suave something like Tony Draper Got to get my mill from my record sale This time last year, I was in a jail cell Waitin' for commissary waitin' on mail call Man, I can't wait 'til I get free 'cause I'ma ball And put it in they face, free my partner Grace What's up to that Los, what's crackin' 'cause I'm straight lace What's up to that Pokey, what's up to that Woodey Always kept it real, never act like they ain't know me Showed ya boy love, Z-Ro is who I am Back in the day, I signed with that X fam Me in that phat and that Street Military R.I.P. Maleak in the day in the cemetery But it ain't over, chip on my shoulder Catch me brand new candy blue Range Rover Rollin' to the end, my skin is my sin And as Lil' Keke say, it never will ever end Gots to keep flowin', I'ma keep it goin' Back in '92 I probably did kick your door in Nigga lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down I'm reppin' for the South Side of that H-Town Screwed Up Click until it's over with AK with catch bag on my shoulder bitch You will die fuckin' with that Ro He ain't never been a bitch, he ain't never been no ho Don't know how to be a broad, don't know how to be a mark I put the bubbles on 'cause it just turned dark Mashin' on the gas, pocket full of cash Lookin' for a yellow bone bitch with big ass I ain't disrespectin' just telling the truth Y'all know how I do it when I gets up in the booth I'ma go hard 'til I chip my fuckin' tooth In the Flying Spur, the four-door, or the coupe Yeah, I get my paper, yeah I get my bread I don't give a damn what these bitch niggas done said Talkin' down on me cause I'ma get my spread I ain't trippin', I'm in the kitchen whippin' up a batch Batch of them pies for all the time guys Watchin' out for the FEDs, they be in disguise Looking like G's, looking like ballers Looking like true money-makin' shot callers But them boys laws, yeah that's them, folks I ain't trippin' 'cause I know it's hot on Post Oak Back in the day, I had a pocket full of rocks 24/7 365 around the clock I try to get paid, stackin' up my paper I hit a lick, and then it's time for me to lay low In front of my screen on 360 playing Halo Hoes'll drop it like it's hot whenever I say so 'Cause I'm the man diamond on my hand Got big bass in the back of the blue van It's blue over gold, the story's being told Benjamin Franklin Andrew Jackson in by billfold My flow is real cold, I ain't never been whack And thanks to Bun B and Pimp C, I got two gold plaques They hangin' on my wall, Pimp I miss you dog Bun B ride for that boy and make me proud We do it for the South and do it for the Hawk And whoever don't like it get my dick up in they mouth I'm Screwed Up Click 'til they lay me in my casket I ride around Houston with that plastic Hand on my steel, wood-grain wheel You can buy a Denali with the diamond on my grill You can buy an apartment with the diamonds on my wrist And can't nobody do it like me 'cause I do it like this Ain't never had love for a bitch, all I'm really tryin' to do is get rich Trying to get my fuckin' bread, baby Ride in Mercedes, I know a nigga hate me But I don't give a damn, nah, I don't give a fuck I'm ridin' on draped up 26's on my truck Hell yeah, bitch I know they large Got three foreign cars in my garage I never sabotage my fuckin' career Had to make it clear, and I shed another tear But nigga I'm real, bumper and the grill When I do my music, it's the music you can feel 'Cause I'm just a G, ridin' one deep And every time I ride, I ride with gun on seat Watchin' out for jackers 'cause I know they scopin' Tryin' to leave a real niggas head wide open Pullin' down swangers 'cause they ain't clackin' I'm rollin' on 20-inch 4's, bitch, what happenin' Lookin' so fly, I don't smoke fry Got to be a G 'til the day that I die That's my big homey boy that Lil' Ke Boy, you know I love you, man, it's you and me In this damn thing, we gon' do it for the Screw And do it for the South, and I'ma do it for you And you gon' do it for me, it's S.U.C Screwed Up Click until I D-I-E Nigga don't get me crunk watch me pop trunk Smoking on kush, ain't never seen skunk Man, I'm so throwed, caught me in the zone I don't give a fuck about you callin' on my phone I fucks with the stripper, Versace on my zipper This the nigga Ro, I'm taper fade with the clipper I brought my partner for my partner Paul About to make a million dollars and buy the whole mall Call that bitch Ro' Town, and it's gon' go down A couple of days from now, I've got a show in your town And I'm gon' get paid and I'm gon' get laid And every car I drive, candy paint gon' get sprayed On the doors nigga, and on the side, dog And I ain't scared, I got Jesus on my side, dog Hit the church house and then go work out And after that, you know it's time to pull the purp out And I'ma roll one, and then I'ma smoke one Then I'm a roll one, and then I'ma smoke one Then I'm a roll one, and then I'ma smoke one Now I'm out of my mind, that's what that smoke done But I'ma maintain, still in the same game But only thing ain't makin' the same change I'm gettin' paid, boy, you better believe that A Grammy on my shelf, I'm gon' achieve that 'Cause I can do it nigga even though y'all say I can't But I don't give a fuck about y'all, I'm about my bank I hope you feel that, bitch look at you If I peel your wig back, nobody would be missin' you You a ho nigga, not a 'Ro nigga 'Cause Z-Ro make more dough nigga More verses, more mixtapes, more shows nigga And I ain't never at home, I'm on the road nigga I'm chasing fedi baby, y'all ain't ready baby Yeah, I'm heavy like a motherfuckin' Chevy baby Or like a Ford, I'm built Ford tough Blowin' on that real-real purple-purple stuff I'm talkin' about that kush, I got it from the bando Watch me come down with my pistol in my hand, ho Don't run up on me if you don't want to get shot I'ma grab my remote and give it all that it got [Outro] Hold up, man, hold up Bring that bitch back