ZOTiYAC - Who Frontin’ lyrics

[ZOTiYAC - Who Frontin’ lyrics]

Who frontin' do somethin'
This gun from the future, hold 200
I am too old to be fuckin' wit you youngins
He come for my shit, he gon' lose somethin'
Shut the fuck up a real nigga is talkin'
They say I'm runnin'
I'm just power walkin'
They gon' get lost when I
Get to this joggin' and
He gon' get offed if he do get me started

Put a nigga in a box
Ship to the shop, then that nigga get chopped
My bitch gon' finish the job
Take the organs, fill the body with rocks
Then droppin' this shit
Off top of the bridge though
Nigga I don't box, no Klit'schko
Shootas point up down like disco
Stomp shit, nigga we don't tiptoe



Get wet then we bounce like a hippo
Two guns and they both feel the same
Call them dittos caught him, he was sleep
Leave his brains on a pillow
That trigger be whippin'
I call that my Willow
That bitch from the hood but
She really look Cuban
I just rolled a wood but it look like a Cuban
Got it fucked up if you think we coolin'
They gon' find out
They don't think we shootin'
You da type to fuck wit a bitch named Susan
I ain't tryna fuck on no bitch on Brazzers
Hoes is just hazards when pockets get fatter
I eat alone, I need plates not a platter
Blade in the bladder changin' his stature
You see that nigga get flatter
He wonder why his bitch ass gettin' fatter
That's just the perks of you
Lettin' me smash her
Pimp her out, maybe poke or pass her
Say she wanna fuck me, I'm flattered
Catch a opp, snap his whole head backwards
Big caps, nigga like Mad Hatter

Yo it's BurnKas, the fuck it crackin?
Shoutout Zotiyac, shoutout Culture Candy
Y'all already know, free me, free tenth
Free Tay-K, fuck the rats, kill the opps
Fuck 12 nigga, Imma be out real soon
It's fuckin' crackin'

Choppa made him fast like Popeyes
Come to New York and yo SoundCloud might die
You ain't a plate, you are small fries
Niggas be food, I use 'tensils on this guy
I hit him, get rid him, and rip him
If you niggas wit him, gorillas, we kill 'em
Niggas be pussy, I wet him
Niggas be hungry, I fed him
If niggas want smoke then I smoke 'em
I laugh when I shoot like I'm Joker
The blood in his throat got him chokin'
I'm sippin' redrum as my potion
I walk on the bloody ass ocean
Jesus keep savin' my soul from me
I shoot that 3 like a trilogy
I shoot on niggas like Baby G

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