ZOTiYAC - Talk to the Dead
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Tell this bitch quit callin' my phone
Boy I got a big ass Glock in my jeans if he fuck wit' me just like my freestyle, off with his dome, off with his head
Fuck nigga talkin' 'bout some he “in his zone” now he all in the red
Only talk with the led, fuck all that yappin' a nigga get wacked he can talk to the dead
Boy my niggas’ll shred
Foe'nem shoot this bitch up and then leave like a deadbeat
Ain't no callin' no truce boy you in this shit waist deep
Muthafuck by the arm boy this shit in my waist reach
With a scope right in front of yo' ass just like say cheese
Ridin' with the ARP with 223's in it make a bitch nigga take these
You know that bitch don't skatе, but she leavin' with scraped knees
Whеn I had scraped off the piece they tried to investigate me
LVPD pull me over we out shooting that video for “Carmelo”
My brodie too real he tried takin' the charge let 'em go they still took me to jail tho
And that's when I still was on papers I coulda been out way quicker, I ain't have no bail tho
And it ain't nun' good 'bout that shit, but I never read more books than I did in that cell tho
Why a nigga just sit in that bitch, and you can look see the whole world through a small ass window?
Man these niggas don't really be on shit
And shout out my nigga up in 5B beat up the CO
I seen a fuckboy get stretched for thinkin' he Deebo
The boy get stepped on, I be with them steppers like Memo
Score on a peon ass nigga with the Evo
Now they tryna find 'em like the fuckin' remote
Just find off white bottoms sitting in the street tho, with a BB simon belt wrapped 'round his throat
Yeah these niggas be droppin' the ball, I don't choke, tell yo' bitch get my balls out her mouth she chokin'
(hook repeat)
Boy I got a big ass Glock in my jeans if he fuck wit' me just like my freestyle, off with his dome, off with his head
Fuck nigga talkin' 'bout some he “in his zone” now he all in the red
Only talk with the led, fuck all that yappin' a nigga get wacked he can talk to the dead
Boy my niggas’ll shred
Foe'nem shoot this bitch up and then leave like a deadbeat
Ain't no callin' no truce boy you in this shit waist deep
Muthafuck by the arm boy this shit in my waist reach
With a scope right in front of yo' ass just like say cheese
Ridin' with the ARP with 223's in it make a bitch nigga take these
You know that bitch don't skatе, but she leavin' with scraped knees
Whеn I had scraped off the piece they tried to investigate me
LVPD pull me over we out shooting that video for “Carmelo”
My brodie too real he tried takin' the charge let 'em go they still took me to jail tho
And that's when I still was on papers I coulda been out way quicker, I ain't have no bail tho
And it ain't nun' good 'bout that shit, but I never read more books than I did in that cell tho
Why a nigga just sit in that bitch, and you can look see the whole world through a small ass window?
Man these niggas don't really be on shit
And shout out my nigga up in 5B beat up the CO
I seen a fuckboy get stretched for thinkin' he Deebo
The boy get stepped on, I be with them steppers like Memo
Score on a peon ass nigga with the Evo
Now they tryna find 'em like the fuckin' remote
Just find off white bottoms sitting in the street tho, with a BB simon belt wrapped 'round his throat
Yeah these niggas be droppin' the ball, I don't choke, tell yo' bitch get my balls out her mouth she chokin'
(hook repeat)
