Breathin Fast Zotiyac

[Intro]
(Chino Beats)
On my momma, I ain't scared of no nigga
Finna head straight to the trunk 'cause I ain't sparing no nigga
Bitch it's fair game, I'on care 'bout no nigga
You gon' find yourself in pain tryna fuck wit' Crow niggas

[Verse 1]
No hittas, no glizzys
No guns, no killas
This shit ain't no match for us, we just finna smoke niggas
Fuck shooting at backboards, really tryna dome niggas
What you bring your strap for, if you ain't finna blow niggas
I don't understand it, this shit outlandish
The body count been rising in our city, it's outstanding
That's no coincidence, it's just some shitty circumstances
He pulled up on the turf, but on the curb is where he landed
A shirt is what you printed, murder curse he finna vanish
Fuck what you been spending, boy, that purse a disadvantage
That shit motivation for a nigga who ain't got it
And they ain't got shit to lose anyway, so they just rob it
You walk around with that, like yo' ass can't come outta pocket
Like you can't get shot for the right fucking profit
Like you ain't got no weakness, like you can't come out yo' body
He say he hit a lick, probably shit was probably sloppy