ZIKA! Witchouse 40k

[Intro]
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Ayy, oh fuck

[Verse]
Coming from the mud to a motherfucking garbage can
Choppa with a scope got me feelin' like the Taliban
Turn 'em to a ghost, like it's motherfukin' Pac-Man
Cuttin' on some dope, and smokin' on some Pakistan
Always got a mask, and I always leave your pockets broke
I ain't ever ask, shawty always wanna top me though
I ain't giver her cash, if she want it I'ma block a hoe
I ain't ever cap, hit you wit' a blicka blocka smoke
Blicka blocka knockin' with the choppa on you coffin door
I ain't kill him, I just hit him up and left his collar broke
I ain't finish, I just got the Addy, I'ma hollow you
I got your bitches number, I never finna call her though
From da gutter
Now I'm movin' like I'm undercover
Jacket on my body, hidin' everything that's under
Yeah, yeah
Shawty met me now she wanna be my lover
I ain't love her but I told that bish
I'm down to go and fuck her
Take ya mother soul
Fifty in the clip, it at your body do
He ain't really 'bout it broke his poker face he fuckin' fold
Fuck 'em though
I ain't need a hunnid need hunnid more
Vamanos, now I'm shippin' in I got some money dough
Fuck a hoe, I'ma fly my shawty in from Mexico
Hella dope, only smokin' gasoline like Texaco
Medical, I'ma turn a rapper into a vegetable
I'm never eatin' bullets, only Faygo mixed with hella smoke
Pullin' right up and I'm puttin' hunnid
Round drum it gon' plug up yo' whip
Pullin' right up and I'm putting a hunnid
Round glizzy it shootin' and fuck up yo' fit
Bullet gon' hit 'em, I swear I ain't miss 'em
Or missin' my mark, it gon' hollow yo' ribs
I got a hunnid on me, and the glizzy on me
And I buying the morgue like a witch
Lil' bitch