5678* Zotiyac

Lyrics from Live Performance

[Intro]
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Five, six, seven, eight (Turn that up)
Three, four, five six, seven, eight
Ayy, ayy (Young Madz, five, six, seven, eight)
Brrt

[Verse]
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Send a nigga up .223 heavyweights
Smokin' on a 3.5, yeah, I mеdicate
My bitch got mad at me, we had to sеparate
I still got love for her, praying it resonate
We could fall off twenty times and I never hate
I cut these lil' birdies off and don't hesitate
I just got topped in these hoes like the educate
Ayy, walk a bomb many times, I could detonate
Shooter retarded, he send shit whatever way
Don't want to party, he just like to decorate
Yac be the one ain't no rapper could got, no work ethic
This bitch on my Ethika's, only collected, and never accepted them
Only got Henny, I never had sex with her, uh
One, two, three, four, five
This a gun fight, bet' not come with no knife
Yac walking dead, bitch I come for yo' life
Shooting that bitch like the nigga won't die, uh
Five, four, three, two, one
Why in the fuck you pull up with no gun?
Suit that ass up and get taped up for size
Draw the fuck down, I can't go for no tie
Yeah, yeah, y'all can't go
Call me a L, boy, nigga can't go
Got a bitch too sweet, and the pussy main goal
And these niggas beneath me, I gotta aim low
Ayy, what we doing? I prolly get two of that
A ho can fuck with me if she ain't gon' do it (She ain't gon' do it, ayy)
That's a fact, nigga (Brrt)
Chopper on me like—