ZOTiYAC - 0 FUCKS lyrics
[ZOTiYAC - 0 FUCKS lyrics]
Nigga on Foes we be fucked up O T D
But if a nigga touch us get fucked up
Haaaanh? i tuck my gun never tuck my
Chain ask my nigga Bambi out in
Texas im on everythang, lotta drugs - lotta
Thots, no names just the top
Lotta niggas wolfin over twitter
Almost got em popped
You a shooter? no - i think not, lemme get a
Knot, i will give em watts, now he shocked
Think outside the box no, fucks, gave
Walk around wit ks nO FUCK GIVEN
Yo bitch im gon take nO FUCKS GAVE
Put her on the blade
Wockhardt sippin not no mo tho iM OKAY
Sour D, smokin on that gas on the hourly
I be wit the plugs and connects
Like a router be, actually
Yo hoe in my trap she got it out for me
Get the quarter back and make that lil
Hoe run a route for me
You a whole lotta flex im a lotta bet
The tec flip that fuck nigga like a omelette
I keep shootin til the spirit
Dead too got the
Billy if you actin silly your a dead goose
Aye, trappin every fuckin day
If you push around
These parts i need percentages and pay
Don't cooperate? gon have to make yo
Shit another way he wit
The cops today gon have take
His shit another day
Call him clark kent, how that
Nigga throw the cape on, i call
Her bart simp she jus a bitch
For me to skate on
Hoe im part pimp don't got no
Shoulder you can lay on
But ima still slide like a
Quarter in a payphone
It ain't no souvenir here go some
Silver shit to take home
His ass - actin like a cast
Bullets finna break bone, where the stash
At? the johnny cash at
Give it up we down to hurt not down to Earth
Lab rats? Stitch em up daggers in the
Duck try take a jab
At us and you get stuck, like a dumb fuck
You the product of a condom bust
Put yo dollas up, pick a fade
We gon line em up
Niggas so sus they disgust me i vomit up
Boy you beef a lot, nah i
Mean you tweet a lot
You would hold a bitch purse
Fore hold a Glock
You would smoke ya own supply
Fore you get it off
He ain't jump off the porch
So we shot em off
Ain't no warning shot nigga we
Gon sweep the block
That nigga woofin like he hungry he can eat a
Shot, you better to pray to yo God or get
What Jesus got, line em up, then we pop
Bitch connect the dots
But if a nigga touch us get fucked up
Haaaanh? i tuck my gun never tuck my
Chain ask my nigga Bambi out in
Texas im on everythang, lotta drugs - lotta
Thots, no names just the top
Lotta niggas wolfin over twitter
Almost got em popped
You a shooter? no - i think not, lemme get a
Knot, i will give em watts, now he shocked
Think outside the box no, fucks, gave
Walk around wit ks nO FUCK GIVEN
Yo bitch im gon take nO FUCKS GAVE
Put her on the blade
Wockhardt sippin not no mo tho iM OKAY
Sour D, smokin on that gas on the hourly
I be wit the plugs and connects
Like a router be, actually
Yo hoe in my trap she got it out for me
Get the quarter back and make that lil
Hoe run a route for me
You a whole lotta flex im a lotta bet
The tec flip that fuck nigga like a omelette
I keep shootin til the spirit
Dead too got the
Billy if you actin silly your a dead goose
Aye, trappin every fuckin day
If you push around
These parts i need percentages and pay
Don't cooperate? gon have to make yo
Shit another way he wit
The cops today gon have take
His shit another day
Call him clark kent, how that
Nigga throw the cape on, i call
Her bart simp she jus a bitch
For me to skate on
Hoe im part pimp don't got no
Shoulder you can lay on
But ima still slide like a
Quarter in a payphone
It ain't no souvenir here go some
Silver shit to take home
His ass - actin like a cast
Bullets finna break bone, where the stash
At? the johnny cash at
Give it up we down to hurt not down to Earth
Lab rats? Stitch em up daggers in the
Duck try take a jab
At us and you get stuck, like a dumb fuck
You the product of a condom bust
Put yo dollas up, pick a fade
We gon line em up
Niggas so sus they disgust me i vomit up
Boy you beef a lot, nah i
Mean you tweet a lot
You would hold a bitch purse
Fore hold a Glock
You would smoke ya own supply
Fore you get it off
He ain't jump off the porch
So we shot em off
Ain't no warning shot nigga we
Gon sweep the block
That nigga woofin like he hungry he can eat a
Shot, you better to pray to yo God or get
What Jesus got, line em up, then we pop
Bitch connect the dots