ZOTiYAC - Crunchtime Freestyle lyrics

I don't like these niggas
Or these bitches neither
I been outside chasing shit down feel
Like a Cheetah, I be wit the gang
I be wit some bad people
An they don't tell nobody when
They shooting at people
These niggas got it backwards must be tryna
Get indicted you talking bout some
Smoke? fuck boy don't get me excited
Smoking on
Some pressure got me feeling like a pilot
Foe new ain't wit extras take
Yo treasures like a pirate, nigga took the
Stand now he can't stand no more
They don't understand the plan
So I can't stand no hoe
First that nigga was
A fan then he turnt to a John Doe
Leave yo shit cooking like a pan
We got work on the stove
Lemme find out where you staying
We gon walk in like a store, real nigga fuck
A stripper cuz I only know one pole
And I never could be bitter cuz
I live for all my
Bros choppa first name Derrick come
Thru slamming shit like Rose
I might blow out that muhfucka
Scope out a muhfucka
Crack a nigga egg and knock
Da yolk out that muhfucka, we ain't doing
Favors when we smoke out a muhfucka
Grab da ziplock an pull some
Dope out that muhfucka
Caught ya homie filled that boy
Up wit some hot shit
We don't do mosh pit's bitch
We do Glock clips, aye - you
Ever had a nigga shot at you then miss
And later on when he die you gotta explain
That shit? me neither uh, we keep heaters uh
Da D E eat a nigga talking seasoned huh
Got niggas running off when they see me
For no reason huh
Got niggas in my dms claiming
That we beefing huh?
STUPID, you got the tools use it
Unnecessary purchase cuz we know you
Ain't gon do shit talking bout you
If the shoe fit nigga, new chains you a new
Lick got a new thang wit a new grip
Bayonet on that bitch cut ya
Tongue out and the two lips, joccboy nigga
I might die for this shit
Was a Glockboy now
Im riding for my nigga aye fuck 2018
Cuz shit fucked around got thicker I
Lost more than 3 of my brothers
We ain't even got no pictures
Shit fucked up i
Know they watchin down on me
R I P like P O P i hold it down homie
In these streetz these niggas sweet
I keep sum sour on me
Always prepared when beef unleash i
Keep a pound on me remember in da 6th grade
It was children play
Now we like nigga fuck chores
It's a drill today
You want fame and fortune we
Ain't built da same
Aye nigga fuck billboard we got bills to pay