Zotiyac - LICC HOE$
[Intro]
Free Heist
Ayy, 187 shit
Ayy, gang, haha, ayy
[Verse 1]
Ayy, pew-pew, yeah, ha, then I'm all in yo' house
My wrist in the bowl like I'm playing with Klaus
I need an accountant, don't got time to count
Ayy, bitch, uh
Ayy, then I pick up that ounce
I gotta get this shit 'fore my bro' get out
I gotta go flip it, remake that amount (Remake that)
Foenem got SK's and AR's, they give you a scar, it's gon' see you up out of here (Blah)
I dump a few clips in that Cavalier, jersey is finna be red like a Buccaneer (Pew)
It ain't no fucking, just suckin' here, 'til she tear up she is not getting none from here (No)
I cannot afford to get stuck in here, I'm pulling out and won't fuck for another year (For another year)
[Verse 2]
We the ones that pull up with the cuetes (What?), or whip out the blade like an ese (Ayy)
Putting that lead on his ass like an essay (Yeah)
He wanna start some shit, pussy boy press play (Okay)
I'm coming with beef like a taco (Ayy), my dick el grande, so this shit ain't paco (Paco)
He catch a concussion like flacko, if he out bust then I dash like I'm Roscoe (Bah)
Ayy, I'm lighting that 'wood on a payday, watch for your man's, if I catch him it's mayday (Grrah)
Got that baseball bat, it's a melee, see you on freeway, shooting shit both ways (Bah-bah-bah)
Nigga want war I'm like, "Okay"
I catch the case then I go beat it like O.J. (Like O.J.)
I cover shit up like it's Olay
We found out you rat, it's a wrap like chipotle
Uh, I'm all in the sauce, it ain't 'mole
That bitch wanna fuck with a boss do that often (Often)
I'm off that 'wood and I've fallen, but I keep that medicine (Haha), so I ain't coughing, bitch
And my lil' shawty be caked up (Ayy), talking 'bout dope, but she dope with no makeup (Nah)
TEC in your face when you wake up, brought the 'wood with me, I still got to bake up
[Verse 3]
Uh, nigga I'm smoking, no sober
Don't know no probation, don't fuck with the popers
I'm moving with shells, you could find me all over
I take the pain, now I cut my vein 'til it's over ('Til it's over)
I am the Garcia roller (Ayy), I roll up a 'wood, take that bitch to the solar
Huh, I live with the 'wood like an ogre, she come over, give me straight face like it's poker (It's poker)
The popo is on me, don't answer no questions
I'm toting that .38, that Smith & Wesson
I really get groovy, just give me a second
These niggas too goofy, I'm shooting like Stephen
Choppa so big that I call that bitch Precious
Whenever I press it, it will get depressing
I got that thang, but I will not suppress it
I give you some wings and you will get to Heaven
Try me at six, you won't make it to seven, the cops ain't gon' be on the case 'til eleven
It take two hours to get the detectives, but by that time Rigor mortis it done set in
Body decay and get put into bedding (Yeah)
Walk with two K's now I feel like I'm
God for that shit, boy, I feel like a reverend
All black with this paper and I got a message
Bitch, brrt, brrt, uhh
[Verse 4]
Then I'm all in your presence (Ayy)
That ho got you out making runs with no effort (Ayy), but I'm in the tum' like that bitch just got pregnant
Fuck where you from nigga, what is you repping?
Like what you done been in, like what work you put in?
You ain't been put on, fuck nigga get put off
Twelve is behind me, I can't take my foot off (Pew)
Shit finna kick off like we playing football
Your ho is gon' run off when I take my hood off
Said he gon' take me whenever he see me (Ayy)
Saw me in public (Ayy), lil' buddy just took off (Haha)
187 we pull off (Skrrt), whole team be eating together like cook-offs (Ayy)
I can't play no games (Ayy), nigga thinking I'm Rudolf
Pull up, drop-top (Grrah), knock your whole roof off
[Outro]
Ayy, yeah
Ya done now, hahaha
Free Heist
Ayy, 187 shit
Ayy, gang, haha, ayy
[Verse 1]
Ayy, pew-pew, yeah, ha, then I'm all in yo' house
My wrist in the bowl like I'm playing with Klaus
I need an accountant, don't got time to count
Ayy, bitch, uh
Ayy, then I pick up that ounce
I gotta get this shit 'fore my bro' get out
I gotta go flip it, remake that amount (Remake that)
Foenem got SK's and AR's, they give you a scar, it's gon' see you up out of here (Blah)
I dump a few clips in that Cavalier, jersey is finna be red like a Buccaneer (Pew)
It ain't no fucking, just suckin' here, 'til she tear up she is not getting none from here (No)
I cannot afford to get stuck in here, I'm pulling out and won't fuck for another year (For another year)
[Verse 2]
We the ones that pull up with the cuetes (What?), or whip out the blade like an ese (Ayy)
Putting that lead on his ass like an essay (Yeah)
He wanna start some shit, pussy boy press play (Okay)
I'm coming with beef like a taco (Ayy), my dick el grande, so this shit ain't paco (Paco)
He catch a concussion like flacko, if he out bust then I dash like I'm Roscoe (Bah)
Ayy, I'm lighting that 'wood on a payday, watch for your man's, if I catch him it's mayday (Grrah)
Got that baseball bat, it's a melee, see you on freeway, shooting shit both ways (Bah-bah-bah)
Nigga want war I'm like, "Okay"
I catch the case then I go beat it like O.J. (Like O.J.)
I cover shit up like it's Olay
We found out you rat, it's a wrap like chipotle
Uh, I'm all in the sauce, it ain't 'mole
That bitch wanna fuck with a boss do that often (Often)
I'm off that 'wood and I've fallen, but I keep that medicine (Haha), so I ain't coughing, bitch
And my lil' shawty be caked up (Ayy), talking 'bout dope, but she dope with no makeup (Nah)
TEC in your face when you wake up, brought the 'wood with me, I still got to bake up
[Verse 3]
Uh, nigga I'm smoking, no sober
Don't know no probation, don't fuck with the popers
I'm moving with shells, you could find me all over
I take the pain, now I cut my vein 'til it's over ('Til it's over)
I am the Garcia roller (Ayy), I roll up a 'wood, take that bitch to the solar
Huh, I live with the 'wood like an ogre, she come over, give me straight face like it's poker (It's poker)
The popo is on me, don't answer no questions
I'm toting that .38, that Smith & Wesson
I really get groovy, just give me a second
These niggas too goofy, I'm shooting like Stephen
Choppa so big that I call that bitch Precious
Whenever I press it, it will get depressing
I got that thang, but I will not suppress it
I give you some wings and you will get to Heaven
Try me at six, you won't make it to seven, the cops ain't gon' be on the case 'til eleven
It take two hours to get the detectives, but by that time Rigor mortis it done set in
Body decay and get put into bedding (Yeah)
Walk with two K's now I feel like I'm
God for that shit, boy, I feel like a reverend
All black with this paper and I got a message
Bitch, brrt, brrt, uhh
[Verse 4]
Then I'm all in your presence (Ayy)
That ho got you out making runs with no effort (Ayy), but I'm in the tum' like that bitch just got pregnant
Fuck where you from nigga, what is you repping?
Like what you done been in, like what work you put in?
You ain't been put on, fuck nigga get put off
Twelve is behind me, I can't take my foot off (Pew)
Shit finna kick off like we playing football
Your ho is gon' run off when I take my hood off
Said he gon' take me whenever he see me (Ayy)
Saw me in public (Ayy), lil' buddy just took off (Haha)
187 we pull off (Skrrt), whole team be eating together like cook-offs (Ayy)
I can't play no games (Ayy), nigga thinking I'm Rudolf
Pull up, drop-top (Grrah), knock your whole roof off
[Outro]
Ayy, yeah
Ya done now, hahaha
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