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Zip Guns
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Roc Marciano
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We gon' wait right here for these b*t*h a** n***as (Uh-huh, yeah) I don't give a f**k if it takes all night (Uh) Bring the drums in, Al Uh, let's go (Yeah) After this chain of events, where your chain went? (Where it went?) Gotta watch the ladies you layin' with (Layin' with, what) You never been had flavor, kid, but I ain't a lick Taste this sh*t, it ain't no cake mix (This ain't no cake mix) They say this biz is a snake pit, keep what you can't escape with You can't be afraid to get bit (Sssss) I stayed in the mix, it ain't in my nature to shapeshift The trainers is alligator skin (Alligator skin) Huh (Alright, alright, check this out) I'm in the Maybach (Yep) thеy tryin to stab me in my back (Ugh) You already know wherе my mind at (Where it at?) Drive-bys in the Pontiac, body snatched For the same price it costs wifey to get her body snatched (Woo) Pistol whip you for sh*ts and giggles, knock the jib loose Leave you without a tooth to nibble (Uh) No food, only soup on the menu For the evil that men do, how does that go? My dude on the roof, he ain't bring a fiddle (Uh-uh) The Feds might've bugged the rental, we speak in riddles Left your vehicle riddled (Blat, blat) Your femur break easy as peanut brittle (Woo) We got away clean as a whistle (Clean as a whistle) I walked off and whistled Blow a kiss at your miss at the vigil, I'm a cruel individual (Uh) All my n***as sliders, leanin' like they got that drank inside us On that demon time like them Peaky Blinders We the gospel, word to BeBe and CeCe Winans I'm OGs drippin' in designer Movin' bricks of that China, from NYC down to Carolina This the Major Leagues, not the Minors Army Fatigues with the nine inside the army lining Stop that serpent from shining We took his head, it was all perfect timing The sun and moon, the stars was in alignment We cleaned 'em up and that's power refinement, yo He ran off with the work that he got on consignment Now, now Boogie Down Bronx (Word son) I need everyone cooperation right about this time He ran off with the work that he got on consignment We set the temperature and the climate Called up my shooter, gave him the a**ignment "Yo, soon as you see that n***a, wet him like a water hydrant" Yo, I got young shooters like Kobe Bryant For n***as acting defiant, it's all math and science, yo Don't get chalked, n***a, tryin' to line us Now you're f**kin' 'round with New York's finest Lives get lost behind these blood diamonds We mob bosses so pay homage In broad day, we gon' spray llamas I'm in that cave with that K like Osama Cheffin up that yay every day, tryna stack dollars Pirates
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