ZOTiYAC - Mardi Gras lyrics
[ZOTiYAC - Mardi Gras lyrics]
Get up bitch, get up
Fuckin wit gang prolly get yo ass hit up
Hollow get all in yo chest
Like a hiccup - hit
Up the morgue and they bagging yo shit up
Fuck you if you don't go wit us, aye aye
We don't discriminate he wanna imitate
But at the end of
Day soon as i wave the DE he disintegrate
Nigga it's over, body get sent to the solar
Bitch I'm masked up Mardi
Gras like it's NOLA pull up got sticks in
Both hands like controllers
At yo door late at night like october
Lemme find out where these
Fuck niggas post up
He catch a pellet for putting that post up
Put that Glock to his heart and he broke up
Get up bitch, get up
Fuckin wit gang prolly get yo ass hit up
Hollow get all in yo chest
Like a hiccup - hit
Up the morgue and they bagging yo shit up
Im in a porsche and im backing that shit up i
Catch a opp leave his ass
Snoring he slipped up
Make em dance put the Glock to
His feet like glass slipper
Wit that "Jocc" on my right arm
I feel like dat nigga
He want smoke tell em right on
Lets get it my nigga aye
Fuck it im in it too deep, we in it to eat
Niggas miniature league on the internet
Sweet always sending the tweets
John - Gatti
When im wit the shotty new Tec it's
Possessive it get in yo body
Clip big like Texas it came outta Dallas
I pick that shit up and then
Press like a stylus - nigga -
Fuckin wit Yac must be wylin
Get shot up in traffic on
Road jus like island, shit get too violent
I take off the silence, errybody round
Here them shots like a siren, ayyy
Three round burst it hit you and YOU
Fuck a hearse we don't know
What to do wit dude
Fuck a casket he cut in half shit is unusual!
Get up bitch, get up
Fuckin wit gang prolly get yo ass hit up
Hollow get all in yo chest
Like a hiccup - hit
Up the morgue and they bagging yo shit up
I shoot a nigga then roll up fuck i
Look like feeling guilty bitch so what?
You ain't grow up how i growed up
You don't throw up the same 4 that i throw up
Empty dat 4 at yo throat watch you throw up
Its too much blood for yo
Clothes to just soak up
I need da bread bring the
Heat for dat cold cut
Gimme da neck then da tech in that order
I need some head then some red gettin
Po'd up niggas be secretly snitching
The jigs up yeh that shit hurt
When they switch up niggas be
Thinking the gang do not know but
- coughing up info i hope
Niggas choke up grab the extendo and
Watch that boy float up
Fuckin wit gang prolly get yo ass hit up
Hollow get all in yo chest
Like a hiccup - hit
Up the morgue and they bagging yo shit up
Fuck you if you don't go wit us, aye aye
We don't discriminate he wanna imitate
But at the end of
Day soon as i wave the DE he disintegrate
Nigga it's over, body get sent to the solar
Bitch I'm masked up Mardi
Gras like it's NOLA pull up got sticks in
Both hands like controllers
At yo door late at night like october
Lemme find out where these
Fuck niggas post up
He catch a pellet for putting that post up
Put that Glock to his heart and he broke up
Get up bitch, get up
Fuckin wit gang prolly get yo ass hit up
Hollow get all in yo chest
Like a hiccup - hit
Up the morgue and they bagging yo shit up
Im in a porsche and im backing that shit up i
Catch a opp leave his ass
Snoring he slipped up
Make em dance put the Glock to
His feet like glass slipper
Wit that "Jocc" on my right arm
I feel like dat nigga
He want smoke tell em right on
Lets get it my nigga aye
Fuck it im in it too deep, we in it to eat
Niggas miniature league on the internet
Sweet always sending the tweets
John - Gatti
When im wit the shotty new Tec it's
Possessive it get in yo body
Clip big like Texas it came outta Dallas
I pick that shit up and then
Press like a stylus - nigga -
Fuckin wit Yac must be wylin
Get shot up in traffic on
Road jus like island, shit get too violent
I take off the silence, errybody round
Here them shots like a siren, ayyy
Three round burst it hit you and YOU
Fuck a hearse we don't know
What to do wit dude
Fuck a casket he cut in half shit is unusual!
Get up bitch, get up
Fuckin wit gang prolly get yo ass hit up
Hollow get all in yo chest
Like a hiccup - hit
Up the morgue and they bagging yo shit up
I shoot a nigga then roll up fuck i
Look like feeling guilty bitch so what?
You ain't grow up how i growed up
You don't throw up the same 4 that i throw up
Empty dat 4 at yo throat watch you throw up
Its too much blood for yo
Clothes to just soak up
I need da bread bring the
Heat for dat cold cut
Gimme da neck then da tech in that order
I need some head then some red gettin
Po'd up niggas be secretly snitching
The jigs up yeh that shit hurt
When they switch up niggas be
Thinking the gang do not know but
- coughing up info i hope
Niggas choke up grab the extendo and
Watch that boy float up