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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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