Born Killer Freestyle Zotiyac
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[Intro]
Okay, okay (Pow, pop, boom)
Okay, okay (Boom, pop)
Okay, okay (Boom, pop)
Okay, okay (Pop, bah)
Okay, okay (Boom, bah)
Okay, okay (Boom, bah)
Okay, okay (Haha, fah-fah)
[Verse 1]
Don't wanna find you, won't shoot, but that's okay (Shh, shh)
Glock turn yo' top into guacamole (Ayy)
Yo' shit need wraps, not chipotle
Up that motherfucker you drop, ovey
Shit is on V8, the clip is on replay
And I'm in the game, bitch, EA
I snatch a fuck nigga chain on his B-day
Don't never say "we", just listen what we say
You ain't made a plate, then bitch you ain't eatin'
Translation, you ain't got the cake, we ain't speakin'
Niggas is birds, that hang with the defense
I'm aiming that K in yo' cave in the evening
Play in the cement, yo' place in the pavement
Yo' bae in the basement receiving a beatin'
I press one button, you gone as deleted
Stand on two feet and you gon' get defeated
He ain't want fight, but want type, alright
We get the drop we outside, all night
Jesus can't save you whenever we draw pipes
You call yo' guardian angel, I call Heist
Okay, okay (Pow, pop, boom)
Okay, okay (Boom, pop)
Okay, okay (Boom, pop)
Okay, okay (Pop, bah)
Okay, okay (Boom, bah)
Okay, okay (Boom, bah)
Okay, okay (Haha, fah-fah)
[Verse 1]
Don't wanna find you, won't shoot, but that's okay (Shh, shh)
Glock turn yo' top into guacamole (Ayy)
Yo' shit need wraps, not chipotle
Up that motherfucker you drop, ovey
Shit is on V8, the clip is on replay
And I'm in the game, bitch, EA
I snatch a fuck nigga chain on his B-day
Don't never say "we", just listen what we say
You ain't made a plate, then bitch you ain't eatin'
Translation, you ain't got the cake, we ain't speakin'
Niggas is birds, that hang with the defense
I'm aiming that K in yo' cave in the evening
Play in the cement, yo' place in the pavement
Yo' bae in the basement receiving a beatin'
I press one button, you gone as deleted
Stand on two feet and you gon' get defeated
He ain't want fight, but want type, alright
We get the drop we outside, all night
Jesus can't save you whenever we draw pipes
You call yo' guardian angel, I call Heist
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