[Intro: SosMula]
Ayo, ayo, niggas know what the fuck goin' on
'Lotta niggas not respectin' they motherfuckin' jaw
'Til they get they motherfuckin' grapefruit cracked, no cap, nigga
NYBBA all day every day, shoot to kill, bruh, for real
MBF 'til the death
Get it, take it, all my niggas Ewok 'til they heartbeat stop
City Morgue, KLEAN UP KREW, Hikari-ULTRA the label (Mula)
[Verse 1: SosMula & ZillaKami]
Stop jacking what you ain't nigga (Bitch), pistol whip, spank niggas (Blaow)
Heard you bustin' blanks, nigga, servin' fake drank, nigga (Fuck outta here)
Pull up in a tank, nigga (Skrr), like a big ol' wardog
With the fuckin' sawed-off (Blaow) and I came to paint niggas (Blaow)
Listen, bitch, no fingerprints on the murder weapon (Grrah)
Lil' bitch, jumped off the porch when I turned eleven
Triple-six, don't cross the line, that's the murder section (Blaow)
Extended clips, thirty rounds, that's a 187 (Yeah, grrah)
[Chorus: ZillaKami]
Nah, nigga, what up, what it do?
Nah, nigga, what up, what it do?
Nah, nigga, what up? Stay to lose
Nah, nigga, what up? Stay to lose
[Verse 2: ZillaKami]
I'm stuffin' hunnids in my Timberlands and Uptowns (What?)
Stuffin' drugs up in the ziplock bag, I'm up now (What?)
I might fuck around and crash the Benz, no fucks now (Okay)
I might fuck around and aim that glizz, focus now (Okay, okay, okay)
So drop, boy, we slump boys, you fakin' ass little punk boy (Bitch)
You chump boys ain't safe when them fuckin' dogs roar (Bitch)
And swing swords and machetes
We been playin' it all life, I hope y'all niggas ready (What's up? What's up? What's up?)
I just got a new vest, I'ma go and test it
Shootout with the cops or the opps, send a message
And I'd rather die than be tied and arrested
And I'd rather die than be tied and arrested
Ayo, ayo, niggas know what the fuck goin' on
'Lotta niggas not respectin' they motherfuckin' jaw
'Til they get they motherfuckin' grapefruit cracked, no cap, nigga
NYBBA all day every day, shoot to kill, bruh, for real
MBF 'til the death
Get it, take it, all my niggas Ewok 'til they heartbeat stop
City Morgue, KLEAN UP KREW, Hikari-ULTRA the label (Mula)
[Verse 1: SosMula & ZillaKami]
Stop jacking what you ain't nigga (Bitch), pistol whip, spank niggas (Blaow)
Heard you bustin' blanks, nigga, servin' fake drank, nigga (Fuck outta here)
Pull up in a tank, nigga (Skrr), like a big ol' wardog
With the fuckin' sawed-off (Blaow) and I came to paint niggas (Blaow)
Listen, bitch, no fingerprints on the murder weapon (Grrah)
Lil' bitch, jumped off the porch when I turned eleven
Triple-six, don't cross the line, that's the murder section (Blaow)
Extended clips, thirty rounds, that's a 187 (Yeah, grrah)
[Chorus: ZillaKami]
Nah, nigga, what up, what it do?
Nah, nigga, what up, what it do?
Nah, nigga, what up? Stay to lose
Nah, nigga, what up? Stay to lose
[Verse 2: ZillaKami]
I'm stuffin' hunnids in my Timberlands and Uptowns (What?)
Stuffin' drugs up in the ziplock bag, I'm up now (What?)
I might fuck around and crash the Benz, no fucks now (Okay)
I might fuck around and aim that glizz, focus now (Okay, okay, okay)
So drop, boy, we slump boys, you fakin' ass little punk boy (Bitch)
You chump boys ain't safe when them fuckin' dogs roar (Bitch)
And swing swords and machetes
We been playin' it all life, I hope y'all niggas ready (What's up? What's up? What's up?)
I just got a new vest, I'ma go and test it
Shootout with the cops or the opps, send a message
And I'd rather die than be tied and arrested
And I'd rather die than be tied and arrested
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