Roc Marciano, The Alchemist, Knowledge The Pirate - Zip Guns lyrics

We gon' wait right here for
These bitch ass niggas (Uh, huh, yeah)
I don't give a fuck if it takes all night
(Uh) bring the drums in, Al
Uh, let's go (yeah)

After this chain of events
 where your chain went? (Where it went?)
Gotta watch the ladies you layin' with
(Layin' with, what)
A nigga been had flavor, kid
But I ain't a lick
Taste this shit, it ain't no cake mix
(This ain't no cake mix)
They say this biz' is a snake pit
Keep what you can't escape with
You can't be afraid to get bit (Sssss)
I stayed in the mix
It ain't in my nature to shapeshift
The trainers is alligator skin
(Alligator skin)
Huh (Alright, alright, check this out)
I'm in the Maybach
(Yep) they tryin to stab me in my back (Ugh)
You alrеady know where my mind at
(Wherе it at?)
Drive-bys in the Pontiac, body snatched
For the same price it costs wifey
To get her body snatched (Woo)
Pistol whip you for shit's and giggles
Knock the jib loose
Leave you without a tooth to nibble (Uh)
No food, only soup on the menu
For the evil that men do, how does that go?
My dude on the roof, he ain't bring a fiddle
(Uh, uh)
The Feds might've bugged the rental
We speak in riddles
Left your vehicle riddled (Blat, blat)
Your femur break easy as peanut brittle (Woo)
We got away clean as a whistle
(Clean as a whistle)
I walked off and whistled
Blow a kiss at your miss at the vigil
I'm a cruel individual (Uh)

All my niggas sliders
Leanin' like they got that drank inside us
On that demon time like them Peaky Blinders
We the gospel, word to BeBe and CeCe Winans
I'm OGs drippin' in designer
Movin' bricks of that China
From NYC down to Carolina
This the Major Leagues, not the Minors
Army Fatigues with the nine
Inside the army lining
Stop that serpent from shining
We took his head, it was all perfect timing
The sun and moon, the stars was in alignment
We cleaned 'em up and
That's power refinement, yo
He ran off with the work
That he got on consignment
Now, now Boogie Down Bronx (Word son)
I need everyone cooperation right
About this time he ran off with the work
That he got on consignment
We set the temperature and the climate
Called up my shooter, gave him the assignment
"Yo, soon as you see that nigga
Wet him like a water hydrant"
Yo, I got young shooters like Kobe Bryant
For niggas acting defiant, it's
All math and science, yo
Don't get chalked, nigga, tryin' to line us
Now you're fuckin' 'round with
New York's finest
Lives get lost behind these blood diamonds
We mob bosses so pay homage
In broad day, we gon' spray llamas
I'm in that cave with that K like Osama
Cheffin up that yay every day
Tryna stack dollars pirates