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cyta zoan - who's that? lyrics

[verse 1: cyta zoan]
who’s that n_gga? who is that? who is that?
it’s that n_gga cyta zoan with the strap, in his lap, uh
aiming for all of you f_ckers wit guns, i make your family scream
break in your house and i rob you on stream
gun in your mouth while your fans pay the fees, i’m like:
who’s that n_gga? who is that? who is that?
in the cabin with my n_ggas where i’m at, where i’m at, uh
i must be risa’s ass, cause i’m flat as a b_tch, new phone, hashtag on a b_tch
aim at you f_ckers wit guns, i make your family run, b_tch
i’m like, who’s that n_gga? who’s that n_gga?
need a b_tch that i can smoke like a motherf_cking cigarette
call me obama, i airstrike, i hope that your mask is air_tight
i’ll give you p_ssies some airtime, i hope you’re grateful you b_tch

[break: cyta zoan]
said…

[verse 2: cyta zoan]
i could get shot in the leg
prolly still run the sh_t, how is you done with it, huh?
n_gga you dumb, i’m likе damascus i can’t be tamed
shout_out to n_ggas that can’t be namеd
tweeting ’bout power is all the same
f_ck wit a prince and you make it rain
hashtag i’ma kurt cocaine on a b_tch, hashtag on a b_tch
[verse 3: mango]
like wait? who’s that? uh
that b_tch, she all on my lap
talk all that sh_t, we gon’ scr_p
homie don’t trip, i don’t rap
like wait? who’s that? uh
that b_tch, she all on my lap
talk all that sh_t, we gon’ scr_p
homie don’t trip, i don’t rap
like talk all that sh_t, i don’t care, i don’t listen
make me some money, my neck might just glisten
cyta gon’ make sure you coming up missing
back of the trunk, you get stabbed for the dissing
you get stabbed for you talking that sh_t, uh
got like five bucks on my wrist, uh
always a hit, i don’t miss
hashtag kurt cobain on a b_tch
think i’m k!lling myself, alcohol for my health, and these b_tches i dealt with
quit acting all helpless, you guilty as h_ll
louis c.k., i been feeling myself
another celebrity dodging a cell
mismanaging disproportional wealth
me, i’m creaming “f_ck 12”
push confederate b_tches all down a stairwell, like

[verse 4: cyta zoan]
n_ggas with estrogen up in my lobby
i put ’em chemicals all in your body
f_ck wit my homie i’ll pimp you like scotty
and four more sending bombs like a saudi
you don’t want beef, n_gga, you want the smoke
you getting choked in the set ’cause you spoke
i never trust a hoe, i’m tryna hit and run
don’t hit her back when i finish one
what i’ma do when they gimme some?
prolly roll back like a cinnabon
gun in my face while i’m checking a b_tch
f_ck mr. reily, i’m wrecking this b_tch
i put a thou’ on yo head and then dip
i skin your dog and i make him a coat
f_ck with a n_gga, end up on the news
boy, you did it for clout, i just did it for views
mac, with the, d_ck, b_tch
i’m on a whole nother level
i’m on a basketball court getting settled
i never win but i still got a medal, n_gga
find me at four, we gon’ settle this sh_t
with your face in the dirt and a cut on your wrist
and we stomping your phone while your mom’s calling
kicking wit some j’s cause i’m balling
got a b_tch on my phone, she don’t even know me
b_tch i’m a loser, i stick with the proceeds
i’m finna die at like 23
talkin’ that sh_t give you runny t__th
shout out that n_gga bunny b
i’m in a truck with my n_ggas
i’m on o’reilly factor with a bad b_tch
we gon’ do it live, i’m a savage, no cap
[interlude: cyta zoan]
sh_t…
yeah, f_ck that n_gga mason ray parker
sh_t man, f_ck…
f_ck all you stupid ass f_cking 4chan ass n_ggas, man, you dumb as f_ck
yeah, yeah

[outro]
put a bounty on my head, b_tch
put a bounty on my head, b_tch
wanna see you get me dead, b_tch?
you might have to k!ll me n_gga
put a thou’ and my head, b_tch
put a band on my head, b_tch
you might have to k!ll me, n_gga
you might have to motherf_cking k!ll me

- cyta zoan lyrics

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