[Intro: 556zoo]
Look
[Chorus: 556zoo]
Everybody know got the city on smash (No rap cap)
Catch an opp in the mall, then we step on his ass (For real)
Keep a Glock on me, that's a thirty-shot mag (Thirty-shot)
Swipin' no swerve, put that shit in the back (Rat-a-tat, man)
Bitch, how you gon' run with these shells on your ass? (That hood)
Don't come down that lane, put that beam on your ass (Shoot 'em up)
Shoot the bitch like a bat, when we hit 'em, we pass (Pass)
How you write 'bout shit? Bitch, you know you ain't do (How you do that?)
[Verse 1: 556zoo]
Bitch like, "Stop need to cap, it ain't you" (No cap)
Chopper got kick, shit hit like Kung Fu (Come here)
I'm in the bricks, I ain't hide, just come through
Shots wet him up, who they call him? Blue's Clues (Who they call?)
Your 'bow on me, not might've robbed you (Big sacks)
Got mags in this clip and I'm movin' thirty-two (Thirty-two)
Don't know a not, I'ma tweak on any crew (No cap)
Dollars in dozens, they full of dead dudes (Dead dudes)
I pick the ham up and knock your head loose
Say you want smoke, get up close to mag dude
Cut off his head, take his shit, a naildo (Get 'em out of here)
Bullets connected, we call 'em Pro Tools
Don't get in my way, fuck around and kill you
Fish Fry Gang, hope this bitch'll fry you (Fry his ass)
Yeah, I'm lovin' the slugs, we play with opps, boo (No cap)
Look
[Chorus: 556zoo]
Everybody know got the city on smash (No rap cap)
Catch an opp in the mall, then we step on his ass (For real)
Keep a Glock on me, that's a thirty-shot mag (Thirty-shot)
Swipin' no swerve, put that shit in the back (Rat-a-tat, man)
Bitch, how you gon' run with these shells on your ass? (That hood)
Don't come down that lane, put that beam on your ass (Shoot 'em up)
Shoot the bitch like a bat, when we hit 'em, we pass (Pass)
How you write 'bout shit? Bitch, you know you ain't do (How you do that?)
[Verse 1: 556zoo]
Bitch like, "Stop need to cap, it ain't you" (No cap)
Chopper got kick, shit hit like Kung Fu (Come here)
I'm in the bricks, I ain't hide, just come through
Shots wet him up, who they call him? Blue's Clues (Who they call?)
Your 'bow on me, not might've robbed you (Big sacks)
Got mags in this clip and I'm movin' thirty-two (Thirty-two)
Don't know a not, I'ma tweak on any crew (No cap)
Dollars in dozens, they full of dead dudes (Dead dudes)
I pick the ham up and knock your head loose
Say you want smoke, get up close to mag dude
Cut off his head, take his shit, a naildo (Get 'em out of here)
Bullets connected, we call 'em Pro Tools
Don't get in my way, fuck around and kill you
Fish Fry Gang, hope this bitch'll fry you (Fry his ass)
Yeah, I'm lovin' the slugs, we play with opps, boo (No cap)
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