zxgger (rapper), Shotgun Willy - Silly lyrics
[zxgger rapper, Shotgun Willy - Silly lyrics]
Coquillages et crustacés
Qui l'eût cru déplore la perte de l'été
Qui depuis s'en est allé on a rangé les-
Jesus Christ it's- Zxgger!
Johnny K, he getting cash
I feel like 6ix9ine he's so fast
Shawty hit my line and maybe later
I'm gon' get some ass
My main girl got that thumper
I'm not talking bout her ass cheeks
I pull up with that choppa (Pow pow)
Pussies run like athletes
Red dot sight on my chopstick
Got you lookin' like bad acne
Your main hoe look like Velma (Yuh)
My hoe look like Daphne
Shawty running top and she like
The way my tracks flow
Yung Zach spicier than a bottle of Tabasco
Pull up on yo bitch
Yeah I think I hear her moan (ahh)
Zxgger come through
Finesse the roof right from your home
Okay like, hola, me gusta comer
Tu madre, punacha
Your wrist cold, mine's colder
I do coke, no cola i'm so sick, Ebola
On the come up, like a boner
Eyes always red, like a stoner
I'm just tryna sleep, no coma, ay
I ain't gonna lie bitch I'm too slump, uh
Pull up on your block with a blue pump, uh
Only 9 damage like "Oh fuck"
Then I leave a hole when I
Hit 'em like a donut
Fresh out of the underground
(Fresh out of the underground)
They know my name in every town
(They know my name in every town)
I hide my smile with a frown
(I hide my smile with a frown)
Like AK why you post these clowns, okay like
Shotgun Willy, I really been actin silly
Got a couple bad bitches who really be
Down to kill me if I fucked up, but I'm too
Fucked up, shoot your bitch
Like a motherfucking dump truck, uh, ay
Take a look at my shoes
Yeah my Skechers be the nicest
Whole fucking crew gotta blow like ISIS
Fight night
Hit you with the right Mike Tyson
Mike, Mike, Mike Tyson
Qui l'eût cru déplore la perte de l'été
Qui depuis s'en est allé on a rangé les-
Jesus Christ it's- Zxgger!
Johnny K, he getting cash
I feel like 6ix9ine he's so fast
Shawty hit my line and maybe later
I'm gon' get some ass
My main girl got that thumper
I'm not talking bout her ass cheeks
I pull up with that choppa (Pow pow)
Pussies run like athletes
Red dot sight on my chopstick
Got you lookin' like bad acne
Your main hoe look like Velma (Yuh)
My hoe look like Daphne
Shawty running top and she like
The way my tracks flow
Yung Zach spicier than a bottle of Tabasco
Pull up on yo bitch
Yeah I think I hear her moan (ahh)
Zxgger come through
Finesse the roof right from your home
Okay like, hola, me gusta comer
Tu madre, punacha
Your wrist cold, mine's colder
I do coke, no cola i'm so sick, Ebola
On the come up, like a boner
Eyes always red, like a stoner
I'm just tryna sleep, no coma, ay
I ain't gonna lie bitch I'm too slump, uh
Pull up on your block with a blue pump, uh
Only 9 damage like "Oh fuck"
Then I leave a hole when I
Hit 'em like a donut
Fresh out of the underground
(Fresh out of the underground)
They know my name in every town
(They know my name in every town)
I hide my smile with a frown
(I hide my smile with a frown)
Like AK why you post these clowns, okay like
Shotgun Willy, I really been actin silly
Got a couple bad bitches who really be
Down to kill me if I fucked up, but I'm too
Fucked up, shoot your bitch
Like a motherfucking dump truck, uh, ay
Take a look at my shoes
Yeah my Skechers be the nicest
Whole fucking crew gotta blow like ISIS
Fight night
Hit you with the right Mike Tyson
Mike, Mike, Mike Tyson