
First 48 Freestyle (IG SNIPPET #121 *** LEAK ***) Zotiyac
"First 48 Freestyle" by Zotiyac, released in 2023, is a #HipHop track that showcases raw lyrical prowess and storytelling. The song delves into themes of street life, resilience, and personal struggles. Its unique blend of hard-hitting beats and introspective lyrics highlights Zotiyac's authenticity, resonating with listeners in urban culture.

[Verse 1]
I ain't really trying fuck with this bitch, she be on my dick though
I fuck around and put a bitch on, but it be a risk though
Chopper on me, straight outta Paris, call it my French toast
I hit a nigga head with the stick like I'm Fred Flintstone
The chopper bullets painting walls, and the house for the deagle
Highway to Hell, and we ain't finna take a detour
She want to come and cuddle, I honestly rather be bored
Stupid-ass bitch, what the fuck you keep calling me for?
A bitch could talk to me, but that's somethin' you gotta pay for
She want me to come pound her, that's somethin' you gotta wait for
I heard some shit about her, I treat the bitch like a straight whore
I walked straight through the door, and she blowed me just like a claymore
I got the pole out while I'm fuckin' giving her backshots
I let the load out on a bitch face like it's Black Ops
The bullets do you worse than you thought they would like a black cop
The MAC out, controller fuckin' folded like a laptop
[Verse 2]
Unh, fuck these mid-ass niggas
These bitch-ass niggas
These fake-ass, half rich-ass niggas
Switch fast, nigga, wrap up and become a snitch-ass nigga
Colostomy style, come and get yo' shit back, nigga
Don't ask me about no man 'cause I ain't got one answer
I pull the cig' and smoke a nigga, now I got lung cancer
Up the lead and just erase the shit like fuck all manners
The bullets kicking whether black or white like Kung Fu Panda
Come through blamming, killing shit, them sons lose standards
Them one, two steppers, the walk up, the gun do damage
I promise you put a rapper in front of me it'll be hell
He probably act, I caught the boy taking shit like I'm Ezel
He don't got the cojones, that's why he act like a female
These niggas on the internet talking shit through a email
I whip and hit his side with the cal' like he gettin' detailed
I heard the hollow hit like I put my ear to a seashell
I ain't really trying fuck with this bitch, she be on my dick though
I fuck around and put a bitch on, but it be a risk though
Chopper on me, straight outta Paris, call it my French toast
I hit a nigga head with the stick like I'm Fred Flintstone
The chopper bullets painting walls, and the house for the deagle
Highway to Hell, and we ain't finna take a detour
She want to come and cuddle, I honestly rather be bored
Stupid-ass bitch, what the fuck you keep calling me for?
A bitch could talk to me, but that's somethin' you gotta pay for
She want me to come pound her, that's somethin' you gotta wait for
I heard some shit about her, I treat the bitch like a straight whore
I walked straight through the door, and she blowed me just like a claymore
I got the pole out while I'm fuckin' giving her backshots
I let the load out on a bitch face like it's Black Ops
The bullets do you worse than you thought they would like a black cop
The MAC out, controller fuckin' folded like a laptop
[Verse 2]
Unh, fuck these mid-ass niggas
These bitch-ass niggas
These fake-ass, half rich-ass niggas
Switch fast, nigga, wrap up and become a snitch-ass nigga
Colostomy style, come and get yo' shit back, nigga
Don't ask me about no man 'cause I ain't got one answer
I pull the cig' and smoke a nigga, now I got lung cancer
Up the lead and just erase the shit like fuck all manners
The bullets kicking whether black or white like Kung Fu Panda
Come through blamming, killing shit, them sons lose standards
Them one, two steppers, the walk up, the gun do damage
I promise you put a rapper in front of me it'll be hell
He probably act, I caught the boy taking shit like I'm Ezel
He don't got the cojones, that's why he act like a female
These niggas on the internet talking shit through a email
I whip and hit his side with the cal' like he gettin' detailed
I heard the hollow hit like I put my ear to a seashell
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