ZOTiYAC, K!NG SLVM - .223 lyrics
[ZOTiYAC, K!NG SLVM - .223 lyrics]
You think you so funny, you fell
The last that he saw was the bell
If I say a nine for a nine
But nigga not plain yourself
You think you so funny, you fell
The last that he saw was the bell
If I say a nine for a nine
But nigga not plain yourself
Homie got PO like some activis
Piece on me, blood I'm no pacifist
If I go like on tracker shit
And my homies come, they stay bazzing shit
Look like, he do the atmosphere
I swear to god, I'mma come back to here
Laughing, he, this choppa gon' bladder it
Choppa at him, doing backflips
Set that boy on fire like matches (fire)
A nigga want smoke so I pass it
Run up so dirty it smell like a cactus
(aye nigga)
And pussy ran to me like catnip (uh pussy uh)
She come through that so I catch it (aye Aye)
The bitch give me bent like a mattress
(Aye Aye)
I'm in her face like a nigga on catfish
Pull up in wack shit
Slide through a lil' cuz
So he send me yo' access
Give you a ratchet for talking that wack shit
Catch me a rap again, wrap him in plastic
He just left me a opp, I ain't stash it
No Jeffrey Dahmer, drop bodies in acid, bitch
Disposable tactic, shit
Please don't back talk, I'm just smashing
Bitch
Lend my lil' homie the chopper he eat shit
Shooters co hard and now all
Of them heat shit
'Member in middle-school we used to be shit
Now I keep my gun with like 3 clips
These niggas not on no street shit
Wipe down a block on some sweep shit
We ain't playing games, we be equipped
Keep playing tal with this MAC
You gon' be it, nigga
The last that he saw was the bell
If I say a nine for a nine
But nigga not plain yourself
You think you so funny, you fell
The last that he saw was the bell
If I say a nine for a nine
But nigga not plain yourself
Homie got PO like some activis
Piece on me, blood I'm no pacifist
If I go like on tracker shit
And my homies come, they stay bazzing shit
Look like, he do the atmosphere
I swear to god, I'mma come back to here
Laughing, he, this choppa gon' bladder it
Choppa at him, doing backflips
Set that boy on fire like matches (fire)
A nigga want smoke so I pass it
Run up so dirty it smell like a cactus
(aye nigga)
And pussy ran to me like catnip (uh pussy uh)
She come through that so I catch it (aye Aye)
The bitch give me bent like a mattress
(Aye Aye)
I'm in her face like a nigga on catfish
Pull up in wack shit
Slide through a lil' cuz
So he send me yo' access
Give you a ratchet for talking that wack shit
Catch me a rap again, wrap him in plastic
He just left me a opp, I ain't stash it
No Jeffrey Dahmer, drop bodies in acid, bitch
Disposable tactic, shit
Please don't back talk, I'm just smashing
Bitch
Lend my lil' homie the chopper he eat shit
Shooters co hard and now all
Of them heat shit
'Member in middle-school we used to be shit
Now I keep my gun with like 3 clips
These niggas not on no street shit
Wipe down a block on some sweep shit
We ain't playing games, we be equipped
Keep playing tal with this MAC
You gon' be it, nigga