CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : T1ZZ
koll (koll)
Yuh, yuh, we finna slide off in a tizz (Skrrt! SO WHAT)
My opps is some b*t*hes, they made off of ribs
I'm quick off the hit, no Octane's Stim (Got it)
She gave me Jim, I ran it again
I start witcho fam' and end changin' clips
I ran wit' my set, you just ran wit' a b*t*h
Now you ran out of luck 'cause I'm up and you sick ('Cause I'm up and you sick)
And you duckin' the fifth, huh?
Talkin' a lot about nothin' 'cause you ain't doin' sh*t (Ain't doin' sh*t)
.4-.40 Colt clip, how I spit
I start a moshpit, but I might never mosh in the pit (Nah)
Branded wit' sticks, like mama spanked me
Ain't givin' you hankies, just stop bein' a b*t*h (Just stop bein' a b*t*h, main)
Yes, I outrank 'em
Strong-arm the plug with the work, Channing Tatum (Yuh!)
I send a shooter, he do Sony Vegas
We get it set in a pinch
Three gram vibe full of Grinch
Give 'em a mile, they takin' a inch, sh*t (Sh*t)
Bringin' back every hitter I sent (Damn)
Speak outcho cheek, you can talk to the hand
'Cause that pu**y boy really feel bent (Bent)
Been around weed, but I don't f**k wit' a plant
Bustin' this fire, it gon' bite like a ant (Bustin' this fire, it gon' bite like a ant)
If we bustin' that fire, he gon' duck and scram
I got two bags 'cause I ran it again (I ran it again)
I promise, on prophet, he seein' the land (Yeah!)
He seeing the Lord, he seein' my fan
"Bah!", you know who I am
.4-5; my hip, get me out of a jam
.4-5, I click it, it kickin' his can (Damn)
Folks get him ducked fo' a gram (Damn, damn, damn, damn)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
I send that boy aboard (Zoom!)
We send him up to God
He was too pu**y to buck the rod, huh? (God damn)
I had to duck the frauds
Some of them stay tryna dump my cards (Sh*t's crazy)
Give a f**k if you was my dog
Jits still tryna run some CoD (Jits still tryna run some CoD, why it sound like—)
Walkin' around with the swag' that they sought
I ain't talkin' Pandora, my swag' out the box
F**k a Tesla, might go take a Track' off the lot (Skrrt!)
Rappers sus', I done swear y'all be jackin' a lot (Ew!)
And my jacket is Glo Gang, green camo' hoodie, the same color guap (Guap)
Mix the green with the purple, the same color za (Yuh)
Me and Jeesh get along 'cause we came from the block (Yuh, yuh)
9-5-fo', 3-0-5, f**k around and get shot (Yuh, yuh)
Yuh, and that chop' sing like minstrel (Yuh, and that chop' sing like min—, woo!)
Punch in that 'K, got a fistful (Grrah!)
Bih finna blow like a whistle (What?!)
Up in Palm Beach, we trap out the subs (Uh)
Off of the za, hit Publix for a sub' (Aye!)
He act like a penguin up in that club (Huh?)
I'm smokin' real za, this sh*t stank off a dub (Yes)
I let that bih fly and the sound finna rock out the limiter
I'm outside his crib walkin' 'round the perimeter
I rally him up, PE$O hit wit' a finisher (Hey, go)
Mink! Mink! Two hands, make him inhibited
I'm cuttin' the dividends, you didn't fitted him
My stones is glistenin', lookin' like Sigilyph (Aye!)
Bro', why in the f**k we so god damn ignorant? (Bro', why in the f**k we so god damn ignorant?)
Bro', what in the f**k? The destruction is imminent (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
Drop, drop, drop, drop (Uh, what?! What?! What?! What?! Tell me you not f**kin' wit' this sh*t)
Drop, drop, drop, drop ([?], huh?, [?])
Drop, drop, drop, drop (I got [?], 3-0-5, they don't even wanna know what I'm about to—)
Drop, drop, drop, b*t*h ([?], yuh, [?], yuh, too much, uh, [?])
Drop, drop, drop, drop (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, shapeshifter)
Drop, drop, drop, drop (Yuh, yuh, yuh, oh yuh, report, shapeshifter)
Drop, drop, drop, drop ([?] not anymore, yuh, yuh, yuh, oh yuh, answer me, shapeshifter)
Drop, drop, drop— (Yuh, yuh, yuh, enough!)
Yuh, yuh, we finna slide off in a tizz (Skrrt! SO WHAT)
My opps is some b*t*hes, they made off of ribs
I'm quick off the hit, no Octane's Stim (Got it)
She gave me Jim, I ran it again
I start witcho fam' and end changin' clips
I ran wit' my set, you just ran wit' a b*t*h
Now you ran out of luck 'cause I'm up and you sick ('Cause I'm up and you sick)
And you duckin' the fifth, huh?
Talkin' a lot about nothin' 'cause you ain't doin' sh*t (Ain't doin' sh*t)
.4-.40 Colt clip, how I spit
I start a moshpit, but I might never mosh in the pit (Nah)
Branded wit' sticks, like mama spanked me
Ain't givin' you hankies, just stop bein' a b*t*h (Just stop bein' a b*t*h, main)
Yes, I outrank 'em
Strong-arm the plug with the work, Channing Tatum (Yuh!)
I send a shooter, he do Sony Vegas
We get it set in a pinch
Three gram vibe full of Grinch
Give 'em a mile, they takin' a inch, sh*t (Sh*t)
Bringin' back every hitter I sent (Damn)
Speak outcho cheek, you can talk to the hand
'Cause that pu**y boy really feel bent (Bent)
Been around weed, but I don't f**k wit' a plant
Bustin' this fire, it gon' bite like a ant (Bustin' this fire, it gon' bite like a ant)
If we bustin' that fire, he gon' duck and scram
I got two bags 'cause I ran it again (I ran it again)
I promise, on prophet, he seein' the land (Yeah!)
He seeing the Lord, he seein' my fan
"Bah!", you know who I am
.4-5; my hip, get me out of a jam
.4-5, I click it, it kickin' his can (Damn)
Folks get him ducked fo' a gram (Damn, damn, damn, damn)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
I send that boy aboard (Zoom!)
We send him up to God
He was too pu**y to buck the rod, huh? (God damn)
I had to duck the frauds
Some of them stay tryna dump my cards (Sh*t's crazy)
Give a f**k if you was my dog
Jits still tryna run some CoD (Jits still tryna run some CoD, why it sound like—)
Walkin' around with the swag' that they sought
I ain't talkin' Pandora, my swag' out the box
F**k a Tesla, might go take a Track' off the lot (Skrrt!)
Rappers sus', I done swear y'all be jackin' a lot (Ew!)
And my jacket is Glo Gang, green camo' hoodie, the same color guap (Guap)
Mix the green with the purple, the same color za (Yuh)
Me and Jeesh get along 'cause we came from the block (Yuh, yuh)
9-5-fo', 3-0-5, f**k around and get shot (Yuh, yuh)
Yuh, and that chop' sing like minstrel (Yuh, and that chop' sing like min—, woo!)
Punch in that 'K, got a fistful (Grrah!)
Bih finna blow like a whistle (What?!)
Up in Palm Beach, we trap out the subs (Uh)
Off of the za, hit Publix for a sub' (Aye!)
He act like a penguin up in that club (Huh?)
I'm smokin' real za, this sh*t stank off a dub (Yes)
I let that bih fly and the sound finna rock out the limiter
I'm outside his crib walkin' 'round the perimeter
I rally him up, PE$O hit wit' a finisher (Hey, go)
Mink! Mink! Two hands, make him inhibited
I'm cuttin' the dividends, you didn't fitted him
My stones is glistenin', lookin' like Sigilyph (Aye!)
Bro', why in the f**k we so god damn ignorant? (Bro', why in the f**k we so god damn ignorant?)
Bro', what in the f**k? The destruction is imminent (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
Drop, drop, drop, drop (Uh, what?! What?! What?! What?! Tell me you not f**kin' wit' this sh*t)
Drop, drop, drop, drop ([?], huh?, [?])
Drop, drop, drop, drop (I got [?], 3-0-5, they don't even wanna know what I'm about to—)
Drop, drop, drop, b*t*h ([?], yuh, [?], yuh, too much, uh, [?])
Drop, drop, drop, drop (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, shapeshifter)
Drop, drop, drop, drop (Yuh, yuh, yuh, oh yuh, report, shapeshifter)
Drop, drop, drop, drop ([?] not anymore, yuh, yuh, yuh, oh yuh, answer me, shapeshifter)
Drop, drop, drop— (Yuh, yuh, yuh, enough!)
