Lyrics: Nicholas Dismore/Andrew Brent Moran
Music: Nicholas Dismore/Andrew Brent Moran
Z-E-D on that beat
Boy he murdered it
Menacing up in your city
We returning then
Stacking bodies for the mother****in furnishing
Lurking in your lil brain
You gon' need some surgery
Lil bitch boy Iβm gon stomp that
Recoil when I pop that
Ainβt fond of that combat
But I'll **** you up when you talk back
And I cock that
Unload
Coming straight from that 8-0
4 tho war zone
Bodies all in my floorboard and I
Ride through the river city with my ****ing gang uhh
I be licking on that blood I like the taste
I donβt want no pussy if that bitch is not insane
Get that brain from a slain bitch she taking off her lace
Coogi down to my socks like Iβm Fergy Ferg
ASAP with the Rock I feel it burn and burn
Got K in my nose Iβm feeling swerve and slurred
Fall back in the earth Iβm smoking all this dirt
Iβm gonna flip the **** out this pack
Ripping the bag inhaling that gas
Zipping it back and send with a tax
Counting them racks weighing my stacks
I done got rash all in my eyes
I done made slash with all of my ties
**** your life **** your lies
Iβm bout to send you right up in the sky
N-I-N-E-T-Y
N-I-N-E got it plenty
If you want a feature then its gonna cost a pretty penny
I don't want no drama but I think I'm feeling kind of petty
Imma up the pocket rocket have it busting like confetti
Rollin up with Saliva fat duchess burn my lungs
Thinking I'm ready to take a trip put the gel up on my tongue
Zed he be steadily making the flip getting the bag stacking the funds
Imma skull **** your bitch until I see the sun
Zorro eating good with his golden Smith & Wesson
Milo stay running the block better go and get protection
That's my pistol stupid bitch imma catch a 187
I be handing out these fades like 99 working concession
Inhale
Exhale
I'm high as **** like David Blaine
From the River City 99 coming to bring the pain
Grip the AK imma shred your ****ing brain
Wiggling like a slug while I'm stomping on your face
For the one time imma sniff a line
Now that's a lie
Now I'm sniffing two lines I'm seeing twice
My brain is fried
And my mouth is hella dry I'm dead inside no I won't cry
Masked up like I'm shy you finna die we ride tonight bitch