ZOTiYAC - Iris lyrics
[ZOTiYAC - Iris lyrics]
I will make your Cxrpse dance
Roll the gas, aromatic cigars
Asian bitch yeah she look like Mulan
Uppin that 40 them hollows gon fall
Ronny bust it convert from a Glock
24 niggas out there like props
Don't believe it, eyes always on watch
Trappin, movin, school wasn't on clock
In the hall, had the zip in my sock
Fuck all that wolfing I don't be jeffing
If you ain't pushin, fuck is you pressin
Niggas be federal, askin me questions
I give a fuck if i made an impression nigga
That MP, Smith and Wesson nigga
Don't try to run I'ma catch a nigga
Stretch a nigga wreck a nigga
Turn your intestines to sections, nigga
Ay, this competition
We gon wipe you like mops
We start from nothing, how we headed on top
These niggas bluffin
Get the fist to the Glock
Descend in that darkness, creep for the opps
Cut the scene now we see who to lock
Money missions, I be servin on spot
So now the moving, rolling gas in hotbox
Hop in the street, and niggas get shot
Man, this nigga a hoe
I ain't even hittin' no folks
Nah I ain't kick no bro
It don't take shit to get smoked
When I get the pole, I got control
He gotta go, he a John Doe
Totin a 4 and that's just so you know
If you get bold, then I let it go
Period, a lot of you niggas delirious
How wet your bitch pussy, I'm curious
She said she love you, believe it, nigga
Aye, I don't like niggas
I'd rather fight niggas
Naw fuck that I'd rather just
End the shit quicker lets get this shit over
And head to the river
The body was floatin, yo head in the river
Yo brothers got you, believe it, nigga
Aye, nigga you buying our lyrics
Pussy nigga yeah we see through your spirit
Hop in the bag, or hop out your feelings
We gon get money keep stackin the ceiling
Rob you for pounds, stop wit the dealing
Offer two Xanax don't know what I'm thinkin
Lines to the TEC nigga know what I'm drinkin
He thought I was slow
That boy ain't even know
Aye, one up top nigga I
Don't cock and load it
Fuckin wit me then your scope get exploded
I got a nigga who ready to Ice it
Think he be fuckin wit ISIS
Come through crashin cars in a crisis
Up a 4 mag and let that hit your Iris, bitch
Roll the gas, aromatic cigars
Asian bitch yeah she look like Mulan
Uppin that 40 them hollows gon fall
Ronny bust it convert from a Glock
24 niggas out there like props
Don't believe it, eyes always on watch
Trappin, movin, school wasn't on clock
In the hall, had the zip in my sock
Fuck all that wolfing I don't be jeffing
If you ain't pushin, fuck is you pressin
Niggas be federal, askin me questions
I give a fuck if i made an impression nigga
That MP, Smith and Wesson nigga
Don't try to run I'ma catch a nigga
Stretch a nigga wreck a nigga
Turn your intestines to sections, nigga
Ay, this competition
We gon wipe you like mops
We start from nothing, how we headed on top
These niggas bluffin
Get the fist to the Glock
Descend in that darkness, creep for the opps
Cut the scene now we see who to lock
Money missions, I be servin on spot
So now the moving, rolling gas in hotbox
Hop in the street, and niggas get shot
Man, this nigga a hoe
I ain't even hittin' no folks
Nah I ain't kick no bro
It don't take shit to get smoked
When I get the pole, I got control
He gotta go, he a John Doe
Totin a 4 and that's just so you know
If you get bold, then I let it go
Period, a lot of you niggas delirious
How wet your bitch pussy, I'm curious
She said she love you, believe it, nigga
Aye, I don't like niggas
I'd rather fight niggas
Naw fuck that I'd rather just
End the shit quicker lets get this shit over
And head to the river
The body was floatin, yo head in the river
Yo brothers got you, believe it, nigga
Aye, nigga you buying our lyrics
Pussy nigga yeah we see through your spirit
Hop in the bag, or hop out your feelings
We gon get money keep stackin the ceiling
Rob you for pounds, stop wit the dealing
Offer two Xanax don't know what I'm thinkin
Lines to the TEC nigga know what I'm drinkin
He thought I was slow
That boy ain't even know
Aye, one up top nigga I
Don't cock and load it
Fuckin wit me then your scope get exploded
I got a nigga who ready to Ice it
Think he be fuckin wit ISIS
Come through crashin cars in a crisis
Up a 4 mag and let that hit your Iris, bitch