Zotiyac - First Person Shooter

{Part I}

{Intro}
Ayy, ayy, first-person shooter mode
Put a nigga inside of that reticle (Ayy)
Click on that bitch one time and your head explode (Ayy)
Niggas still outside pushin' oregano, but they still ain't put out a hit record though
How they go to sleep broke? We'a never know
But the money always on a schedule
Yup, ayy, yeah

{Verse 1}
Always on a schedule, I rather let calendar bullets hit pectorals
Send that bitch-ass nigga straight to the medical, ayy (Frrt)
I'm finna go federal, cannibalistic (Ayy), these bitches look edible
I say the shit they just gotta replay it and make they face look like they just smelled somethin' terrible, uhh
Stink to that body unbearable
That boy got plenty, yeah, turned to a vegetable
Tell shorty, "Shoot 'em," she hit him with several
My bitch a stretcher, yeah, I'm Mr. Incredible (Get stretched, yuh)

{Bridge}
Ayy, Mr. Incredible, yup, ayy (Heh)
Yeah, I'm Mr. uhh, ayy
Yeah, I'm Mr. uhh (What?), ayy
Mr. Incredible, ayy

{Verse 2}
Ain't no debate 'bout the hardest MC's
In like 2016, yeah it probably been me
But it ain't my fault for the parts you ain't see, shit, I took a hiatus while y'all was asleep
Then woke the fuck up on the stalk (Ayy), I'ma eat (Ayy)
Like a hawk on a prey, I know y'all niggas weak
Don't talk to niggas, I talk to the beat
Make me pull on that drum, make you part of the beat
Yeah, I get to pushin' like cars with a key
Make me pull on that bitch like a dog on a leash (Ayy)
Now my hibernation is over, they pokin', awoken the bear, but apalled with his teeth (What?)

{Bridge}
Nigga, the fuck? (Ayy, what?)
Nigga, the fuck? (Ayy, yeah)
Nigga, the fuck? Ayy (Yeah)

{Verse 3}
My nigga, the fuck you on?
Always talking 'bout paper, but he ain't got shit in his name like my nigga, the fuck you on?
I look death in the eyes and I just asked that bitch, "What the fuck you on?"
Shoot the nigga first like no the fuck you don't (Bah)
My advice to you, leave me the fuck alone (Hehe)
Straight home invasion, break up in his shit
Stab a nigga quick, now he stuck at home

{Interlude}
Now these niggas stuck, yup
Now these niggas stuck (Ayy, yup)
Boy, these niggas stuck (Ayy, what, gang)
Now these niggas stuck, ayy

{Verse 4}
Stuck in that first-person shooter mode
Fuckin' shoot 'em all, talking 'bout the bullets, nigga use 'em all
But fuck talking 'bout it, I'm finna kill 'em all
Make the glass break and the ceiling fall
Make the cash come and the haters died
They be talking crazy from safest height
I'm the animal they be done caged inside
Get that boy beheaded, I just gave a knot
Nigga, crash some, nigga, take a side
Pussy step aside or just get vaporized
Nigga, Nick on me like I'm Drake and Josh
Have him twitching, blinking like the Vector just died (Hehe)
All this dick riding shit, just make it hot
Niggas keep on talking while I'm staying by (Fucked up)
It get to the point where I can't take the lies
I could tell you somethin' 'bout your favorite God

{Part II}

{Intro}
I'll say some shit
I ain't gon' do it
Yup, yup
What?
What? What?
Ayy, I'm 'bouta
Ayy, I'm 'bouta

{Verse}
Ayy, I'm 'bouta click out on this shit, I'm 'bouta click, ayy
I'm 'bout to click on this bitch so much it gon' glitch, ayy
The bitch so bad, I'm down to fuck, and this shit high-key
I bet that bitch gon' hit a note sound jus' like sound like Jacquees
The FN on my fuckin' hip, my side-piece (Ayy, my side-piece)
And I'm in NYC, I might just go and pick me up a job sheet
And we don't cop pleas, and when that bitch know cops plead
Pulled me over, ask how fast my go, I told 'em "Godspeed" (Ayy, yo officer)
Leave him shitty-faced, the piggy face, I'll see you later
Gun smoke he don't know what that is, that boy just seeing vapor
Suit a nigga up like Craig Sager, he don't need a blazer
Closed casket, faced 'em with Drac', boy, you would thank me later

{Outro}
Heh, yeah
Goodbye, yeah