Sware They Hate My Talk Z (of Firing Squad)

[Intro: Z]
Man, when it all boil down they be loving it, loving it
Accoladed hate
We lying

[Verse 1: Z]
Check it they be telling me ain't go no longevity
That my flow gon' flop got me cutting in this salary
I keep it simple cause I drink homie, and smoke a lot
Kill instrumentals with my feet up blowing twenty spots
When you can turn up and then get to blowing weed at about twenty drinks
Get up in your head like tricks get naked chance, I'll cut your legs
I [Curry cut,?] get lean
Knock 'em out like overdosing
Blowed the whole scene through the fog, you can't see me posting
Don't wanna talk shit but on track that's y'all can spit
Y'all hating cause I'm sick and y'all don't know the start of it
I got the hardest shit your bitch miss like hard dick
You got the starter fit, I'm Dickey'd up on the par shifts
Man I ain't gangsta never stop, nobody don't talk about it
But roll with Fire, flagging homies don't spit a clip without it
Fools be like, yeah yeah, fuck Z I spits quick
I know yo bitch told me too many you call quits

[Chorus: Z]
He be riding in a bucket sipping alcohol
With the tint down mugging but they mouth don't fall
She's trynna think of something pouring swear they hate my talk
But when it all boils down all they gotta say is woo
He be riding in a bucket sipping alcohol
With the tint down pouring but they mouth don't fall
She's trynna think of something pouring swear they hate my talk
But when it all boils down all they gotta say is woo