Good Luck Zotiyac (Ft. 187CYN)

[Chorus: ZOTiYAC]
If there's one thing you should know, know I ain't playing
Play with your bitch, don't play with me, I ain't playing
B-B-Bilbo

[Verse 1: ZOTiYAC]
I be smoking gas 'til I'm out of gas
Three shooters hopping out the back with the purge mask and that thunderclap
Bullets breaking out like Alcatraz
Everybody get the fuck out the class
I'm the first black school shooter
Niggas think I'm moving with the alpha task
Fall in love with that thot, I'll never
Get the sack like Julius Peppers
Tit for tat, I do this shit better
Bitches and money, my idol Hugh Hefner
Your wife a bitch, but that's too much pressure
Never mix business with pleasure
Type of bitch, my momma call her heffer
Pipe the bitch 'cause it's chess, not checkers

[Verse 2: Cyn187]
Shut up, lil' bitch, and just gob on my pecker
I drop a bitch like a nigga got leper
Won't see your bitch since the night that I left her
If I ever do it, it's like I never met her
CYN, you think you so clever
No, I just know that I'm better
I got your bitch like the weather
With you, she's a desert, so with me, she wetter
No, she can't borrow my sweater
Told that bitch that streets is cold
Say that she like it rough, huh
Put her in a sleeper hold
Lately, I'm feeling like Midas, everything I touch is gold
'Cause I'm not the same, I'm tucking your chain
So, if you don't tuck it, you bold