[Intro: zuro]
(Yo it's your boy nick zuro run that shit back, nigga)
(Pathetic human!)
[Verse 1: eilbanss]
Chain on my neck and it's lighting up like lightning
Got a pole on me bitch and I'm shooting, (noo noo)
Bitch I’m shootin’ I ain't fighti’
We gon' put that boy in the horizon
Bitch I'm in the trap going crazy with the work
Taylor gang on my shirt
Run up on me I'ma burst
Put him in the sky, put him with the birds ohhh, I'ma put him with the-
[Verse 2: ksuuvi]
Yeah, yeah, yeah we gon' put you with the birds
If you run up on me I'ma hit you where it hurts
You be smoking ass nigga, you be smoking dirt
For that money nigga, you know I'ma put in all that work yeah, yeah
I'ma put you where the stars are
All my niggas smart, Nigga I don't fuck wit' retards
Smoking all this dope nigga I feel like a retard
I'ma fry a nigga up
I'ma toast him like a pop tart
[Verse 3: eilbanss]
I got designer in my shopping cart
And I'ma have to line him like a barber shop (damn)
She gon’ lick my dick just like a blow pop
And if that nigga talking shit then we gon’-
I ain't in the- I ain't in the mall I'm doin donuts in the parking lot
Bitch I'm finna catch a body and then hit the jets
I ain't tryna get them digits bitch I'm tryna get the neck
Ice drippin' on my neck yeah I be real-
(Yo it's your boy nick zuro run that shit back, nigga)
(Pathetic human!)
[Verse 1: eilbanss]
Chain on my neck and it's lighting up like lightning
Got a pole on me bitch and I'm shooting, (noo noo)
Bitch I’m shootin’ I ain't fighti’
We gon' put that boy in the horizon
Bitch I'm in the trap going crazy with the work
Taylor gang on my shirt
Run up on me I'ma burst
Put him in the sky, put him with the birds ohhh, I'ma put him with the-
[Verse 2: ksuuvi]
Yeah, yeah, yeah we gon' put you with the birds
If you run up on me I'ma hit you where it hurts
You be smoking ass nigga, you be smoking dirt
For that money nigga, you know I'ma put in all that work yeah, yeah
I'ma put you where the stars are
All my niggas smart, Nigga I don't fuck wit' retards
Smoking all this dope nigga I feel like a retard
I'ma fry a nigga up
I'ma toast him like a pop tart
[Verse 3: eilbanss]
I got designer in my shopping cart
And I'ma have to line him like a barber shop (damn)
She gon’ lick my dick just like a blow pop
And if that nigga talking shit then we gon’-
I ain't in the- I ain't in the mall I'm doin donuts in the parking lot
Bitch I'm finna catch a body and then hit the jets
I ain't tryna get them digits bitch I'm tryna get the neck
Ice drippin' on my neck yeah I be real-
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