[Lyric] Pipe Down (Wavy Navy Pooh)

[Intro]
Keep it Z3N (Wavy)

[Chorus]
Don't make me tell you to pipe down
I need my cheddar like right now
We just be raisin’ these jits and treat 'em like pits
And makin' ’em bite down
We still gon' post in the slums with sticks and the drums
While the police go bite down
I was a jit, turned eighteen, copped me a stick
No, I ain't tryna fight now
Z got the 'za, I got the jwetts
He got the MAC, I got the TECs
Hop in this car, better put on a vest
We gon' make it home, it ain't no need to stress (Happy birthday)
Sip you some lean, pop you a bean
Put up your feet, let's go and eat
I got the loud if you got the leaves
I feel like Mike with these bills in my jeans
[Verse]
I do not fuck with these rappers, they not talkin' ’bout shit
They just speakin’, confusin' you
My niggas got shottys with bodies, they strapped in them parties
You play and they shootin’ you
You know we don't play, boy, I'm uppin' the score
Catch you on sight, I’ma bounce out for bro
You do not want war, but that's either or
Bounce out with that stick, you hittin' the floor
I got them hundreds for real
We gettin' money for real
Watch me go run up a mil'
Watch me go sign a lil' deal
QC just signed me for real
I got them hundreds for real
We gettin' money for real
Watch me go run up a mil'
Watch me go sign a lil' deal
QC just signed me for real
Watch me go run up a check
I ain't got no need to flex
You know I demand respect
Lay back and get me some neck
Probably go cop a Patek
Probably go fuck on a jet
I'm a Z, I'm gon' finesse
Pop a Perc', I'm at my best
No, I am not tryna stress
I think I need me some rest
I think I passed the lil' test
[Chorus]
Don't make me tell you to pipe down
I need my cheddar like right now
We just be raisin' these jits and treat 'em like pits
And makin' 'em bite down
We still gon' post in the slums with sticks and the drums
While the police go bite down
I was a jit, turned eighteen, copped me a stick
No, I ain't tryna fight now
Z got the 'za, I got the jwetts
He got the MAC, I got the TECs
Hop in this car, better put on a vest
We gon' make it home, it ain't no need to stress (Happy birthday)
Sip you some lean, pop you a bean
Put up your feet, let's go and eat
I got the loud if you got the leaves
I feel like Mike with these bills in my jeans