ZOTiYAC - 50 Barz lyrics

I'm on my bullshit again
I take a hoe to the holiday in (Ay, Bitch)
Next week i'm takin' her friend
First one by one then we all goin' in
Just bought a firing pin
We makin' guns we ain't makin' no trends
If I hear them sirens again
I scale the sack then I scale the fence (Ay)
You smokin' on what?
He smokin' on dust, ay
Fuckin' shit up like a update
Feel up the clip like a cupcake
She wanna slide on me 'fore
She can ride on me
I don't think so I got way
Too much time on me
She wanna fuck? Then you can fuck my homie
One two three, and I got the 45 on me
Don't got the watch this a 19 Glock
Smoke on the kush it go right up my eyes
Don't give no fuck 'bout no Visine drop
My lean drop, tell up "pull up outside!"

Keep one around me all times
These niggas act like they fight crime
I betcho strap don't look like mine
But I bet that pistol your lifeline
But I bet your bitch don't look like mine
357 the python or new carbon fiber the nylon
I up it and make you the icon

Ugh, we don't do talkin' alot and
You can get chalked up fuckin' with squad
She do the coke, fuck her jaw up a lot (Brr)

Hop out blast on a nigga
You asked for it nigga
It really ain't nothin' put cash on a nigga
If we get too rich we
Drop bags on them niggas
Walk in ya trap with a mask on me nigga
I'm blowin' some shit like it's
Ash on me nigga
No rolling stones put that mag to a nigga
And i'ma pray for you
Right after the trigger

Put that on my side niggas be bitch
He won't come outside he ain't on shit
He wanna talk how he could get hit
Yo shawty mouth wide eatin' bro dick
Two three like I play wit' the go
Cool breeze with the K out the pole
I'm finna blow nigga low and behold
Nigga know what I hold boy you betta get low
He don't want smoke he just wanna joke
Talkin' out yo' neck this how
You gon' get choked
Talkin' in there because niggas is hoes
She throwin' the neck because
Niggas is crows
Gang no build up i'm drillin' somebody
Cus if theres shot fired
I'm killin' somebody
I get the bag then pull off with some thottys
I don't give em presents
Them bitches get naughty
Nigga talk tough but not hurtin' nobody
Walked past him in public he
Must have forgot me
My jacket i'm tuckin' a lil pocket rocket
He wettin' his but that don't surprise me

Ugh, say he ain't pissed but he look like it
No my gun is not sandy it hook like it
My niggas put faith in a lil bottle
I bring the magazines too I ain't