ZOTiYAC - Ulysses lyrics
[ZOTiYAC - Ulysses lyrics]
These niggas suspect, I'm holdin’ my glizzy
Watch out for baby, she holdin' that blicky
You get the double R if you want Ricky
Boy that's the whips if you
Keep fuckin’ wit me
I'm on a trip you gon' go on it wit me
Shootas pull up wipin' noses like Whitney
I got a K, the drum look like a frisbee
This bitch got bass and
Got vocals like Britney
Don't mind yo top and get
Chalked up like toddlers
Scrape a lil nigga then walk off like nothing
I know some niggas with hella dem choppas
I know a Russian that do not speak Russian
You talkin' loud
It's a chip on his shoulder
He got a mouth but he missin' the motor
I bought a Glock from an actual soldier
Told ’em just give me the glick
Fuck the holster
He asked me what am I coppin’ this pole for
I told him I'm just tryna slump niggas over
I ain’t tryna talk to no labels or owners
I can't sign less than 500 or over
Lay yo ass down with that cobra
I hate a snake, this AK a lawnmower
223s turnin' yo body to Boba
Foe pull up takin the shots just like Scola
Get hit up yo 'lil Corolla
Roll down the window and throw the controller
Try you a lash and it’s no luck
We finna follow yo ass like we scrolled up
Slang that P90, we swangin' impalas
I want yo body, I don't want yo partner's
Colt M19 aimed at yo collar
I finna put yo face on it like dollas
He look like Jackson, he look like Ulysses
You'll get that shit if you really listen
Hit with the twenty and hit with the fifty
He caught like seventy that shit ridiculous
Watch out for baby, she holdin' that blicky
You get the double R if you want Ricky
Boy that's the whips if you
Keep fuckin’ wit me
I'm on a trip you gon' go on it wit me
Shootas pull up wipin' noses like Whitney
I got a K, the drum look like a frisbee
This bitch got bass and
Got vocals like Britney
Don't mind yo top and get
Chalked up like toddlers
Scrape a lil nigga then walk off like nothing
I know some niggas with hella dem choppas
I know a Russian that do not speak Russian
You talkin' loud
It's a chip on his shoulder
He got a mouth but he missin' the motor
I bought a Glock from an actual soldier
Told ’em just give me the glick
Fuck the holster
He asked me what am I coppin’ this pole for
I told him I'm just tryna slump niggas over
I ain’t tryna talk to no labels or owners
I can't sign less than 500 or over
Lay yo ass down with that cobra
I hate a snake, this AK a lawnmower
223s turnin' yo body to Boba
Foe pull up takin the shots just like Scola
Get hit up yo 'lil Corolla
Roll down the window and throw the controller
Try you a lash and it’s no luck
We finna follow yo ass like we scrolled up
Slang that P90, we swangin' impalas
I want yo body, I don't want yo partner's
Colt M19 aimed at yo collar
I finna put yo face on it like dollas
He look like Jackson, he look like Ulysses
You'll get that shit if you really listen
Hit with the twenty and hit with the fifty
He caught like seventy that shit ridiculous