ZOTiYAC - Thank You lyrics

We don't get on no crazy shit nigga
I carry the Glock like I babysit nigga
They tryna convince me how
They be them niggas
I do not believe you, I’m atheist nigga
I just copped the eight
I ain't facin' this nigga
I got called game
Come and take sum shit with me
I just bought some Guccis I
Don’t think they fit me they big as a bitch
Don't get stomped in your city
Ain't come with no glizzy (i'm cappin)
This ain't just a drum this some titties
(they fit)
A new green beam on that bitch look pretty
Boy, all black body it look like Biggie

Black rifle, white people will hang you
Brodie callеd and killed that boy
I said "Thank You"
Two straps like my name Kurt Anglе
Run-off boy I'm hittin' your ankles
Fuck a guardian we hittin' his angel
Get low balled, I’m hittin’ from angles
Hair trigger on the Glock
It's gon’ spank you
Hit em up leave the whole block, tangled

Oh, I'm spinin' that block
Sprained my ankle
Your bitch gave me top, I said "Thank You"
She give me neck in the back of the ranger
Now she feel bad cause she
Know that it ain't you
Long hair like that bitch out of Tangled
Tight pussy, yeah my dick gettin’ strangled
Came with a long clip like some Pringles
Boy don't roll through
That shit is a gamble

Boy you gon' die tryin' get hype
Boy you gon' die tryin' just type
Boy you gon' die tonight you just the type
I got a tech I don't use it to type nigga

I got my pistol ion wanna fight
I got the lead ion use it to write
Boy your bitch on my dick and she uses a pipe
Boy that bitch off the shit's
She been usin' a pipe
Boy I be in all black
And she be off the white
If I get pulled over, I'm really on ice
Got some shit in this bitch that
Jus' might give me life
If I click on this bitch
You ain't gon' hear twice
One shot, one kill, that's nice
Drive-by in a coupe de ville nigga no bike
Get fucked by the forty
You stayin' the night
If you got locked up boy
You stayin' the night
While home by yourself and get blicked
Get left on the side on
The building like piss
When I let this bitch off
It start soundin' like this

Black rifle, white people will hang you
Brodie called and killed that boy
I said "Thank You"
Two straps like my name Kurt Angle
Run-off boy I'm hittin' your ankles
Fuck a guardian we hittin' his angel
Get low balled, I'm hittin' from angles
Hair trigger on the Glock
It's gon' spank you
Hit em up leave the whole block tangled