ZOTiYAC - Katrina Freestyle lyrics
[ZOTiYAC - Katrina Freestyle lyrics]
Aye, uh i’m in the zone going hard
I ain’t going home
I left my pole in the car, I ain’t come alone
I'll stomp the yard wit a
Opp all skull and bone
Or let it ring out my pocket like telephone
Cortez gon bring out that rocket
And bring em home of course
There ain’t no strings attached
Your just getting blown
Double that drama like boobs with no silicone
I don’t like even rapping over these
Parts of the motherfucking beat
Because that shit too quiet and shit
Aye, aye as long as you add the
As long as you ad lib
The motherfucker like that girl next door
Aye, aye
Too far they say I'm going too far
I tell them niggas touche
Hit a nigga toupee when I aim the AR
He think he paid think he hard
Ain't never had no band-aids for these scars
Ain't always have them good
Grades but I'm smart
Baby K that'll make a milkshake out yo heart
Oh you play wit me? Then you playing wit God
Oh you shooting at me? Then
You shooting for stars
If she gets mad at me she
Gets kicked out the car
Bitch you in the backseat is
You flipping or not?
Keep a K in the front like my nigga Lamar
Oh that nigga on deck? We pulling his card
And you don't see sweat cuz
This shit ain't hard
If he sees this TEC he won't see tomorrow
Aye, riding around block with a choppa on me
Fuck niggas mad cuz we shot at yo homiez
I'm finna pour up a deuce cuz I'm lonely
Know how I'm rocking can't
Fuck wit jabronis
I feel like sliding, he feel like dying
So he keep replying he keep on talking
He keep on tweeting my niggas in silence
If you see us walking
Then we ain't retreating
We get to the violence get to the chalking
Get to the squeezing we got an alliance
Hot bullets flying the clip in alignment
We popping out like a missing assignment
Clip dropping out like that
Nigga ain't trying
No graphic design get hit wit the iron
Yo rapping ain't reaching these
Kids ain't compliant
You tell the story forget to rewind
Never do get intricate wit the crimes
Worst part about it is niggas is lying
Shit I'm just saying, niggas keep playing
And y'all just keep playing the
Shit that they making i don't understand
Cuz niggas is basic get smacked wit a pan
Or the palm of my hand
Keep the heat in the basement
Hit domes with the fan and yo homie a ham
So you know he get blammed
The TEC I might bring her
It jam like a finger
I call her Christina it sound like a singer
Think she a pimp she think she a lil diva
Gave her a K now I call her Katrina
I ain’t going home
I left my pole in the car, I ain’t come alone
I'll stomp the yard wit a
Opp all skull and bone
Or let it ring out my pocket like telephone
Cortez gon bring out that rocket
And bring em home of course
There ain’t no strings attached
Your just getting blown
Double that drama like boobs with no silicone
I don’t like even rapping over these
Parts of the motherfucking beat
Because that shit too quiet and shit
Aye, aye as long as you add the
As long as you ad lib
The motherfucker like that girl next door
Aye, aye
Too far they say I'm going too far
I tell them niggas touche
Hit a nigga toupee when I aim the AR
He think he paid think he hard
Ain't never had no band-aids for these scars
Ain't always have them good
Grades but I'm smart
Baby K that'll make a milkshake out yo heart
Oh you play wit me? Then you playing wit God
Oh you shooting at me? Then
You shooting for stars
If she gets mad at me she
Gets kicked out the car
Bitch you in the backseat is
You flipping or not?
Keep a K in the front like my nigga Lamar
Oh that nigga on deck? We pulling his card
And you don't see sweat cuz
This shit ain't hard
If he sees this TEC he won't see tomorrow
Aye, riding around block with a choppa on me
Fuck niggas mad cuz we shot at yo homiez
I'm finna pour up a deuce cuz I'm lonely
Know how I'm rocking can't
Fuck wit jabronis
I feel like sliding, he feel like dying
So he keep replying he keep on talking
He keep on tweeting my niggas in silence
If you see us walking
Then we ain't retreating
We get to the violence get to the chalking
Get to the squeezing we got an alliance
Hot bullets flying the clip in alignment
We popping out like a missing assignment
Clip dropping out like that
Nigga ain't trying
No graphic design get hit wit the iron
Yo rapping ain't reaching these
Kids ain't compliant
You tell the story forget to rewind
Never do get intricate wit the crimes
Worst part about it is niggas is lying
Shit I'm just saying, niggas keep playing
And y'all just keep playing the
Shit that they making i don't understand
Cuz niggas is basic get smacked wit a pan
Or the palm of my hand
Keep the heat in the basement
Hit domes with the fan and yo homie a ham
So you know he get blammed
The TEC I might bring her
It jam like a finger
I call her Christina it sound like a singer
Think she a pimp she think she a lil diva
Gave her a K now I call her Katrina