Video Ziploc de Dot Cromwell 2025 Rap Lyrics

Dot Cromwell - Ziploc Lyrics

[Chorus: BARii]
Take a hundred grand out the bank
Put it in a rubber band, then I throw it in a Ziploc
'Bout to sign a million dollar deal
And I did it off of records, I ain't dancing on no TikTok
If I make a couple these, I can probably buy with ease
A couple acres as I'm balling in my flip flops
If I make a couple these, I can probably buy with ease
A couple acres as I'm balling in my flip flops
Shit too clean (Alright)
Iced up, drip god, baby, know me
But the drip too clean
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Shit too clean (Okay)
Iced up, drip god, baby, know me
But the drip too clean
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up

[Verse 1: Dot Cromwell]
I got dreams of wifing an R&B chick
My flow drip from wave god, make 'em seasick
She wave hi, her waist side, Coke bottle curved
She one of one, I'm number one, never second, third, I
Remember all of these people saying
What I would and couldn't be like I'm you, look this Dot
Summers in the P, it was 400 degrees
Since a juvenile my homies let the **** pop
[Chorus: BARii]
Take a hundred grand out the bank
Put it in a rubber band, then I throw it in a Ziploc
'Bout to sign a million dollar deal
And I did it off of records, I ain't dancing on no TikTok
If I make a couple these, I can probably buy with ease
A couple acres as I'm balling in my flip flops
If I make a couple these, I can probably buy with ease
A couple acres as I'm balling in my flip flops
Shit too clean (Alright)
Iced up, drip god, baby, know me
But the drip too clean
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Shit too clean (Okay)
Iced up, drip god, baby, know me
But the drip too clean
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up

[Verse 2: Dot Cromwell]
Now my time ain't free, the grind ain't free
You calling for what? My line ain't free
Can't get with me, the bars stack differently
Little pressure, drop a gem like Tiffany's
You shitting me? The five move differently
Ghost guns, it's paranormal activity
Woah now, we got it from the floor now
Barii and Dot ain't SWAT, but break a door down
Break a company account like I break a ounce
Ziploc Dot weigh up a verse for the right amount
Tell a Fortune 500 better run it (Run it)
You gon' have to take it if you want it (Want it)
Breaking bad, fuck a Bag, need the whole thing (Whole thing)
All about the chicken like I'm Gus Fring (Gus Fring)
Independent, pen it like the World Series fam
Hopping out the van when I land, then I
[Chorus: BARii]
Take a hundred grand out the bank
Put it in a rubber band, then I throw it in a Ziploc
'Bout to sign a million dollar deal
And I did it off of records, I ain't dancing on no TikTok
If I make a couple these, I can probably buy with ease
A couple acres as I'm balling in my flip flops
If I make a couple these, I can probably buy with ease
A couple acres as I'm balling in my flip flops
Shit too clean (Alright)
Iced up, drip god, baby, know me
But the drip too clean
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Shit too clean (Okay)
Iced up, drip god, baby, know me
But the drip too clean
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up