ZOTiYAC, Heist187 - DIRTY GUN lyrics

Aye, Yuh if he got problems
This choppa gon' solve it
If he want pack, got the dump in my closet
Bring me in a stack, got an empty deposit
These niggas be rockin', I
Shall always pop it, yuh
All of these checks on my mind, yuh
Nigga ain't scared of the grave, uh
Pull out the porsche to the side, aye
Tell em' "these can, so behave", nah
I ain't scared of no death, but ah
Niggas talk shit, yeah, they go fed, ah
Tucked a full clip, feeling well, then ah
187 on my chest, ah
Flying dead, all up on my vest, ah
Eating these bullets, you digest, ah
Whipping the dope, out the pyrex, ah
No nigga fuckin' with my flex, ah

This shit you niggas just some broofers
You weird ass nigga
You niggas is not gang bangers, on the set
I know, Fuck you talkin' 'bout -

Eh, he he-e, ehh, fuck
It's crazy how much shit talk be
Going down in the underground, i mean
This shit is not real, aye, aye
Niggas talk shit on the gang
Most of you niggas is lames, yuh
Niggas talk shit on the gang
You come through boy tuck on yo' chain, aye
I post up and fuck on yo main, I might
Suck over fuck and take nothing but brain
Yuh
I double cup like you can't and lil' kush
Pouring up rolling up with the stank, yuh
Fella, hop off of my disnik, aye
This Malibu this ain't no picnic, bitch
They thought I fell off but I didn't, aye
I just want show ya'll some different shit
Yuh tell em' get off of my dick, yuh
Tell em' get off of my dick, aye
Tell em' get off of my dick, aye
Tell em' get off of my dick, yuh
I put my trust in the AK, yuh
I guess the lil' pussy is payday, yuh
Man down, call her may day, yuh
Man down, call her may day, yuh
I'm with heist, bitch, thats a H, yuh
Shotty, cop, bitch, thats a eight, yuh
I need guap, I need cake-cake, yuh
I'm with heist, bitch, thats a H, yuh