ZOTiYAC - U Not in Heaven lyrics
[ZOTiYAC - U Not in Heaven lyrics]
Bilbo!
Catch him, ay, fetch him do not contest him
Eat 20 shots but he do not digest 'em
We go to court but we do not confess him
Bitch, you not impressive
You know you fucked up when
You dropped the weapon
Shot his intestines, he died with the medics
Think this shit is sweet? Nigga
You not in heaven yet an AP-9, a better tec
Slide on that boy like tech n' deck
Wet his neck, he hit the deck
I hit the wood then forget and then I jet
Not in a jet but maybe jag or in a vet
I been a vet
If he an animal I need to introspect
Got a beam onna' bitch like Star Wars
Walk with that dog like a nina on all fours
Catch him in traffic and open his car door
That'll make a fuck nigga
Scream like Scarlxrd (Bitch)
Slidin' like parkour, we can get
Up like a wall jump, my niggas all dump
And my niggas all dumb it ain't just artists
With me but somebody gon' draw sum
Four nickel on me like 20 cents
Give a nigga 50 like Many Men
Big ass drum that Cannon, Nick
Light a nigga up like cannabis
Hit a nigga up, him and his crib
Bear arms but we don't hand him shit
Leave that boy stiff like mannequin
Cut off his tongue yo' man a lick
I like the red beam but the green farther
When my shit finna blow I don't mean harbor
He bigger so he think he harder
Til' I pull out a cutta like King Arthur
All bald heads in the clip, Steve Harvey
Dead presidents on me no Jim Carter
Fuck the law kick that dog-like I like garter
Pull up shootin' shit like white water
Let a nigga try me like I'm white collar
And the police gon' ID you like collar
I'ma come to yo' crib with
The shit draw quick
Triple six kill yo' bitch
Like the Nightstalker ricky round
Talkin' crazy on the net we Ricky him
Bl-blicky him
Ain't got his ass shot yet we gon' Iggy him
Catch him, fetch him do not contest him
Eat 20 shots but he do not digest 'em
We go to court but we do not confess him
Ay, catch him, like Beckham
Walkin' around with that dog tryna fetch him
Niggas out here throwin' salt like
Two FNs and they both finna F him
Nigga it ain't no love in these streets
Better check him
Latex gloves on me, finna stretch him
I got two triggers, a right and a left one
Wonder what happen to you when I press 'em
He gone, nigga we left him
Hit like a bong, got smoked in a bedroom
Fuckin' with me and end up in a red room
He not in heaven yet, he'll be dead soon
Bilbo!
Catch him, ay, fetch him do not contest him
Eat 20 shots but he do not digest 'em
We go to court but we do not confess him
Bitch, you not impressive
You know you fucked up when
You dropped the weapon
Shot his intestines, he died with the medics
Think this shit is sweet? Nigga
You not in heaven yet an AP-9, a better tec
Slide on that boy like tech n' deck
Wet his neck, he hit the deck
I hit the wood then forget and then I jet
Not in a jet but maybe jag or in a vet
I been a vet
If he an animal I need to introspect
Got a beam onna' bitch like Star Wars
Walk with that dog like a nina on all fours
Catch him in traffic and open his car door
That'll make a fuck nigga
Scream like Scarlxrd (Bitch)
Slidin' like parkour, we can get
Up like a wall jump, my niggas all dump
And my niggas all dumb it ain't just artists
With me but somebody gon' draw sum
Four nickel on me like 20 cents
Give a nigga 50 like Many Men
Big ass drum that Cannon, Nick
Light a nigga up like cannabis
Hit a nigga up, him and his crib
Bear arms but we don't hand him shit
Leave that boy stiff like mannequin
Cut off his tongue yo' man a lick
I like the red beam but the green farther
When my shit finna blow I don't mean harbor
He bigger so he think he harder
Til' I pull out a cutta like King Arthur
All bald heads in the clip, Steve Harvey
Dead presidents on me no Jim Carter
Fuck the law kick that dog-like I like garter
Pull up shootin' shit like white water
Let a nigga try me like I'm white collar
And the police gon' ID you like collar
I'ma come to yo' crib with
The shit draw quick
Triple six kill yo' bitch
Like the Nightstalker ricky round
Talkin' crazy on the net we Ricky him
Bl-blicky him
Ain't got his ass shot yet we gon' Iggy him
Catch him, fetch him do not contest him
Eat 20 shots but he do not digest 'em
We go to court but we do not confess him
Ay, catch him, like Beckham
Walkin' around with that dog tryna fetch him
Niggas out here throwin' salt like
Two FNs and they both finna F him
Nigga it ain't no love in these streets
Better check him
Latex gloves on me, finna stretch him
I got two triggers, a right and a left one
Wonder what happen to you when I press 'em
He gone, nigga we left him
Hit like a bong, got smoked in a bedroom
Fuckin' with me and end up in a red room
He not in heaven yet, he'll be dead soon
Bilbo!