Zipcodes Lyrics by Joey Bada$$

[Intro: Joey Bada$$]
Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha
You know what I'm sayin'? Look
We gon' talk our shit on this one
(Talk your shit)
Kirk Knight on the beat
Keep my cypher complete, look
(Complete, look)

[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]
Forty K for the Rollie with the leather band
No time to parley
Life is too short, we came a long way
From pissy hallways to court-side up in Barclays (Yeah)
Stuntin' is a sport, the way I'm ballin'
We could all play (Ballin')
My cup overflowin'
I'm feelin' fine in this Chardonnay
I dropped seven bands in Rick Owens
It was a calm day
Prices lookin' like a zip code
I switch zones when it get cold
So they gon' have to throw they shade from far away
I brought it in, walkin' with your broad down Broadway
Skip the foreplay
And brought her back to where the Don lay
It's Brooklyn
Get your chain tooken lookin' like entrées
Parted in my origin, get your troops, call 'em in
I gave 'em fair warnings
I'm up late nights and early mornings
I got a little buzz
I can't afford to miss my callin' now
Be the first to arrive and last to leave
Dropped out of school
Still voted most likely to succeed (Ow)

[Chorus: Joey Bada$$]
Said I do this with the ease
I collect my fees and then I breeze
Neck on freeze like it's below thirty-two degrees
Check my steez
Hold up, nigga, nigga, nigga (Please)

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
Look, off top for the speculation (Yeah)
If rap was a stock
I have a hundred million in evaluation
A hundred thousand hours
And you niggas only master masturbation
Y'all some pros at procrastination (Hahaha)
I tax those who act slow
Never had patience (Never had)
My cat flow got you fat souls in fascination (Haha)
I made her make it clap
Then I told her "Congratulations" (Yeah)
You fuckin' with the realest cat since Larry David
Curvy enthusiast, it's Laquesha from the black lagoon
Snatch your jewelry ass
Most niggas really pawns
When you wave the toolie at em' (Boom, boom)
Could've made the Goonies clap
But masked up like MF DOOM
Don't know what truly had (Rest in peace)
And firstly, all my wolves is blood thirsty (Yeah)
Ready to shoot from mid-range like they James Worthy
Don't let them niggas try to hurt me (Try)
He gon' see some bloodhounds, some blue flags
Duck down or move fast
And push your own kuf' back, nigga

[Chorus: Joey Bada$$]
Said I do this with the ease
I collect my fees and then I breeze
Neck on freeze like it's below thirty-two degrees
Check my steez
Hold up, nigga, nigga, nigga (Please)

[Verse 3: Joey Bada$$]
I can show you how to get lit and don't blow it (Uh)
'Cause when you really start gettin' rich
Ain't gotta show it (It's right)
Lifestyle golden, my nigga, now that's trojan (Facts)
Only magnum rounds when I bust and explode 'em
Eight figure nigga, so I'm always gettin' chosen
Middle of the summer, my ice is still frozen
I try to show these niggas the roast
They let it choke 'em
I got sick of playin' with niggas
I started coachin' (Yeah)
I ain't worried 'bout y'all hands
'cause y'all jokers (Right)
Hit the Royal Flush on niggas
Ain't talkin' Poker (Right)
Actin' like my shit don't stink
When it's supposed to (Right)
I'm laughin' on my way to the bank
I'm in that Rover (Ha-Ha-Ha)
Bitch, watch that drink on my couch
Look, here's a coaster (Here)
Had to cut back on my toast
Get fully focused (Focused)
Cadillac came with a toast
It's fully loaded (Blah)
Ten years killin' this game
I'm really goated, nigga (Fuckin' goat, nigga)
I'm the motherfuckin' greatest, nigga
I know you hate it, nigga (Yeah)
Most underrated, at least they ain't never underpayin'
Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha

[Outro: Joey Bada$$]
I don't even know where to start
But you know, it's 2000 shit, man
If y'all wasn't around in the 2000s
You wouldn't know what really goin' on
You feel me?
We smokin', we drinkin'
It's good vibes, it's the right vibe
It's the player vibe
2000, we gettin' this shit right
You feel me? All night
Take that, take that
'cause Diddy was just right here
You heard me?
My nigga Joey Bada$$, two-fuckin'-thousand
We saw it in '99, but now we in 2000
Even though we in 2022 I think
But who's countin'?
We just countin' money, ya dig?
I don't even know what to say
I'm just here, you feel me?