Wicked City Morgue
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[Intro: ZillaKami]
Is that Shoki on the beat?
Hellsing
Yeah
[Pre-Chorus: ZillaKami]
You might fold under pressure
I can't be the one to be a ho, nigga, please stay silent
Put a couple bullet holes in your stretcher
You can't walk around when I'm in your town, come back
[Chorus: ZillaKami]
I just want to talk to ya (What's up?)
I just want to talk to ya (What's up?)
I just want to talk to ya (What's up?)
I just want to talk to ya
[Verse 1: ZillaKami]
And I don't like y'all niggas for no reason
And I'm tired of y'all fuck niggas breathin'
You snitch ass niggas, y'all commitin' treason
Make your leather red, just like it's killer season, bitch
Who the fuck you talkin' to? You're fake
Push back a foot, buddy, that's an accolade
They done gave me pain, turn it into lemonade
And I can't say the same for you niggas
Got some .556s in the bottom of the mag
Told 'em if he see him just to up it when they pass
Ain't gonna be no witnesses, so you don't need a mask
Find some ghost guns in the bottom of the trash
Is that Shoki on the beat?
Hellsing
Yeah
[Pre-Chorus: ZillaKami]
You might fold under pressure
I can't be the one to be a ho, nigga, please stay silent
Put a couple bullet holes in your stretcher
You can't walk around when I'm in your town, come back
[Chorus: ZillaKami]
I just want to talk to ya (What's up?)
I just want to talk to ya (What's up?)
I just want to talk to ya (What's up?)
I just want to talk to ya
[Verse 1: ZillaKami]
And I don't like y'all niggas for no reason
And I'm tired of y'all fuck niggas breathin'
You snitch ass niggas, y'all commitin' treason
Make your leather red, just like it's killer season, bitch
Who the fuck you talkin' to? You're fake
Push back a foot, buddy, that's an accolade
They done gave me pain, turn it into lemonade
And I can't say the same for you niggas
Got some .556s in the bottom of the mag
Told 'em if he see him just to up it when they pass
Ain't gonna be no witnesses, so you don't need a mask
Find some ghost guns in the bottom of the trash
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