Lil Zay Osama, EST Gee - Murderzone lyrics
Lil Zay Osama [Isaiah Dukes] Chicago, U.S. 🇺🇸
EST Gee [George Albert Stone III] Louisville, Kentucky, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Zay Osama, EST Gee - Murderzone lyrics]
Go get yo lick back why all
On ig slide in traffic
Yo homie in that jam for 10k
But you say you got it
Smoke a goofy we don't care about
Him he ain't no savage
Want some smoke? Then book me
I ain't ever been no pussy
Link up with some bitches in yo
City bet they comin to me
He be talkin on the net but say
Less when he run into me
Turn yo head, throw on your hoodie
Cause you know them killers lookin
Whats yo body count, nigga who you kill?
He said he turnt but the real
Killers don't know who he is
He was in that station given statements
We know you a pig
Everybody turnt don't ask me
Who them shooters is
You was in the house, we was kickin doe's
Buddy came around he wasn't gang
Fuck it take his phone
Lil bitch puttin some opp shit in my
Car made her change the song
She fuck with the opps I
Told her play her role
We be takin souls, Foenem stayin mode
Get caught for a body won't say shit
Cause we stick to the code
Why you steady trippin over thoties
Knowin this bitch a hoe foenem caught
Hop out with that scoon lets go 6 to o
Fonem killed yo homie and made raps about
Go get yo lick back why all
On ig slide in traffic
Yo homie in that jam for 10k
But you say you got it
Smoke a goofy we don't care about
Him he ain't no savage
Want some smoke? Then book me
I ain't ever been no pussy
Link up with some bitcghes in yo
City bet they comin to me
He be talkin on the net but say
Less when he run into me
Turn yo head, throw on your hoodie
Cause you know them killers lookin
We ran up the score while they
Was wolfin sayin we rookies
Just like some niggas don't get it ti'll
His blood gooshin out on they hoodies
Im for pressure
We in every section ridin around with fullies
Get surgical with this stick
The last hit we swapped brains for bullets
My alibis on me in LA sippin drank
Rollin woodies whole time I'm in yo bushes
Where the beef we gone cook it
Give me 35 or 20 get down the
Same way won't over look it
And yall made my dawg walk quicker but the
Nigga who did look where we put him
He a pack now
Opps can call me pops cause im gone
Spank some if they act out
I had my block in New York so
Long it damn near tapped out
Ain't nun like these other cap rappers ain't
On nun they they rap bout
Gambled with my life I couldn't life
So I can't cap out
Fonem killed yo homie and made raps about
Go get yo lick back why all
On ig slide in traffic
Yo homie in that jamfor 10k but
You say you got it
Smoke a goofy we don't care about
Him he ain't no savage
Want some smoke? Then book me
I ain't ever been no pussy
Link up with some bitches in yo
City bet they comin to me
He be talkin on the net but say
Less when he run into me
Turn yo head, throw on your hoodie
Cause you know them killers lookin