Double Dosin Zotiyac

[Intro]
(Ayo, Sheff)
Thank you Timmy boy

[Verse 1]
Ayy, yuh, yuh, I gotta get rich (Yuh)
Yo' thottie with me, she tryna get hit
Ayy, yuh, she tryna get D-D-D, she tryna get D and tryna get lit
That nigga talk tough, he tryna get blicked
I'm [?] that pussy, now I'm trying get to lit
That bro shit contagious, I am not in the mix
Like kissing that bitch, I ain't tryna get sick

[Chorus]
Ayy, Tony Montana, ayy, I'm with a bad bitch on her knees, fuck a band up
She offered that hand, ayy, her boyfriend trippin', knock him off with that hammer
I've been flexing it lately, he sued me
Nigga, I blow the bitch out of my Ksubis
While foenem just laugh at the shot like [?]
Bitch-ass nigga eating out of a tube
Dead gone

[Verse 2]
The choppеr singing like Justin, nigga
Know the Glock might be dirty, but I still a-dusting it (Frrah)
Bitch tryna fuck a nigga, pouring yay on thе table, it sound like dusting, nigga
I just be chilling, nigga (Yup), if I can get [?], I might kill a nigga (Facts)
Ain’t seen what I seen, and no I cannot feel the nigga
Shit, I'd rather peel the nigga
Jugging these bitches like MK Ultra
The man up in here, I am no [?] soldier
Run a can up in here like I snuck in a soda
Fuck I look like tryna box with [?]
Ayy, I'm fresh than a bitch, it look like [?]
Cartel on me like I'm beefing with Sosa
I ain't even got a chain, fuck nigga try and get change like I'm cleaning and reaching in sofa