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zotiyac - this was finna be 0 fucks pt. 2 ***2017 leak*** lyrics

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[intro]
turn up the beat
ayy

[verse 1]
f_ck yo’ homie, he a dead n_gga
speak on one of mines, you will be a dead n_gga
a n_gga get blue, turned into a red n_gga
that’s if you push me to close to the edge, n_gga
i did a hit out the coupe and then sped, n_gga
chops cut you like some f_ckin’ paper, it just shred n_ggas
ksg, the guillotine, it behead n_ggas
hungry as a b_tch, get fed n_gga, f_ck a fed, n_gga
nine tec’s stretch necks like a iron press, n_gga
said she givin’ super neck, but i am not imprеssed, n_gga
if we meet at crest, you bеtter buy a vest, n_gga
pick a date, it’s going up like ios, n_gga
’cause i invest, my chopper rest to flex, it probably suplex that n_gga
this a slobber_knocking neck, hope i don’t gotta wet a n_gga
off the lean, i just crashed like it’s not my wedding, n_gga
hit a n_gga in his jersey, i start ron artestin’ n_ggas

[verse 2]
uh, if he ain’t with his homies, then he dead meat
f_ck him up, all the evidence left on the bedsheets
give zero f_cks, cooked him up, but he still look like red meat
i don’t tell the fed’s sh_t, i just leave it in the street
uh, and it don’t really matter where you park, b

ayy, i’m a suit looking sharp like shark t__th
uh, your child in the back, it’s blowing through the c_rs_at
pardon me, but i will blow this b_tch, it ain’t no heart in me
i will shoot the party, b_tches screaming like cardi b
follow the directions, or you will run into archery
carbine run through cartilage
ar run through arteries
he get his top blew, that n_gga look like marge to me
if your ho smoke with me, that b_tch gon’ go to mars with me
and she on go for me, she said she’ll steal the stars for me
ain’t got no loyalty ’cause her n_gga ain’t hard as me
[verse 3]
out to work, don’t hit me up
a n_gga gotta re_up
hit his block, then come back like fever
these n_ggas say they gangstas, but they act like divas
popping out the back, the mac gon’ cook his ass like a fajita
yeah, i’ma swing the sh_t, hit a b_tch, derek jeter
i thug in the arena like my name john cena
you come over my casa, you might catch you a mileena
and you can see the b_tch look like she came straight from [?]
i don’t need her though, why i keep the ho?
somethin’ like the front door, how i peep the ho
somethin’ like a fronto, how i hold the dope
uh, don’t let me get this gun loaded, i’ma overload
uh, whipping out the drake, you would think it came from ovo
uh, now the n_gga getting hit like the rope_a_dope
leave a n_gga in his couch like the oprah show
slide, i’m knocking quarter’s out that n_gga like one over four

- zotiyac lyrics

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