ZOTiYAC - Touch It lyrics

Gang!

Why da' fuck would I bust a
Rhyme? I'd rather bust da' nine
I'd rather buss on a MILF cuz I love da moms
Ice on me touch it get killed
If you wanna try

Walking with a big drum
Beat you like a trumpet
Homie better get cuz we with
All that fuck shit pop 'em so he can't run
Fuck to all dat gossip
Blow me then you kissed her
Fourty on me, by my side, homie
Hit em then he cried duckin' cuz I drive-by

Pussy, he got nine lives
Catch 'em in his driveway
Foe'nem finna' walk by
Potato on the barrel cuz da'
Nigga was a small fry

Words picking the soul
It hurts living, a curb his host
Kicking it, kill shit, not feeling it
Popping these pills, tweaking I'm off one
Imagine the top gun, no mag or a full drum
I'm blowing shit

Holdin' shit
It's manufactured to fracture da' lower rib
Blood gettin' cold as bollotin
Frozen the ocean floor
Soak up horror token da' motion
I'm slidin' overboard show you war
But I'll be da' one debt cuz I owe you more

Speaking with my demons
Don't need a part of a Ouiji board
Keep the score floating on yo'
Bitch like I'm a hoverboard
She a whore wanna get some
Condoms from the liquor store got a sore
Nigga wanna pop then he gettin' sored

I'm inhuman, end of da' conclusion
Intrudin' get you a contusion
Inducing, uncontrollable body movement
Shotty shootin' out top of da'
Roof do not be stupid
Cuz we dispose of da' bodies da'
Way da' Nazis do it
And fuck a suicide mission
Da' Kamikazes do it
Da Maserati outside, I pop you
And hop into it they not assumin' I did it
Cuz i'on gotta do it

The flock of murder nobody
Really could fuck with open up your eyes
I been adapted to the function
Yes I bring da' ruckus
Move with all that fuck shit
Nigga grab the heater like the
Amish i'ma shun shit

Aye "swiper no swiper"
They say "Zoti don't shoot me!"
Nigga tried to run up but
He slipped like a roofie
Slidin' with the ruger
And I slid it in his coofie
XD, movie clip, niggas be too goofy

And maybe you could really see
It expressing my demons
Dropped the hoe off cuz I
Filled it up with semen no I do not mean it
Show da' love 'an greet it
Yea, I get it on, yea' she looking George
Regina

Needles and pins
You receiving a evil descent
Leak from within' when I squeeze
'223 at ya' chin
You screamin' again cuz you deep
In ya' thinkin' again
Treatment was minimal, criminal he gon'
Blood wit' his men, fuck

Duck, grab the pump in from the trunk
Yeah, we grab dat' pussy
Nigga feelin' outta luck
Yeah, he feel da' region
He da' legion for da' gun
Shootin' at da' opps
Yeah, dat pussy bleedin' when he run

I been thru alot of shit
Honestly can say that bitches only
Good to swallow dick
You get to tweakin' in my inbox
Get unfollowed bitch whip the D-E
It get pulled i'ma throttle shit
Carpool wit' yo kids drivin' off a cliff
Ditch that shit last minute then
I disregard the shit

Wit' da' heata
Fast Five, Paul walker shi'
Shell case, bullet hole
Yeah, it's goin thru' yo' shit
See a dead body
Here's Johnny 'boutta stomp a bitch
Yeah, I'm feelin top notch
Slip a pill I'm feelin it

Aye, I'm lettin' the Glock hit
I ride on my Pac shit
Boy he don't pop sticks
He just make pop hit's
Picture the last days
Imagine the pandemonium
I'll be the only one standing
Up with no podium loading up like sodium
Scoping outta the stadium
I get active like radium
He get flipped like gymnasium
You thought you was the crazy one
Nigga more like the Brady Bunch
I hop out wit' a crazy gun
This shit holding like eighty sum
Now they all like "dam' son
Where you get that from?"
You think you da man huh?
Boy put down that gun