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z (of firing squad) - sware they hate my talk lyrics

[intro: z]
man, when it all boil down they be loving it, loving it
accoladed hate
we lying

[verse 1: z]
check it they be telling me ain’t go no longevity
that my flow gon’ flop got me cutting in this salary
i keep it simple cause i drink homie, and smoke a lot
k!ll instrumentals with my feet up blowing twenty spots
when you can turn up and then get to blowing weed at about twenty drinks
get up in your head like tricks get naked chance, i’ll cut your legs
i [curry cut,?] get lean
knock ’em out like overdosing
blowed the whole scene through the fog, you can’t see me posting
don’t wanna talk sh+t but on track that’s y’all can spit
y’all hating cause i’m sick and y’all don’t know the start of it
i got the hardest sh+t your b+tch miss like hard d+ck
you got the starter fit, i’m d+ckey’d up on the par shifts
man i ain’t gangsta never stop, n0body don’t talk about it
but roll with fire, flagging homies don’t spit a clip without it
fools be like, yeah yeah, f+ck z i spits quick
i know yo b+tch told me too many you call quits

[chorus: z]
he be riding in a bucket sipping alcohol
with the tint down mugging but they mouth don’t fall
she’s trynna think of something pouring swear they hate my talk
but when it all boils down all they gotta say is woo
he be riding in a bucket sipping alcohol
with the tint down pouring but they mouth don’t fall
she’s trynna think of something pouring swear they hate my talk
but when it all boils down all they gotta say is woo
[verse 2: z]
yeah he told me all y’all talk about is drinking and 40s
trynna put the w on the map, buck is scurrying and smoking
walk in my surroundings, all you see is homies puffing and choking
but when it really boil down they give they b+tch up for me (woo)
i’ve been doing this since ’98 twenty+four with major flames
i sold the backs of these cds players get maintained
i hit they brainwaves like sparking up some octane
explosive mode, like messi and quinn, oh nay (woo)
i roast things then i get tops off like toupees
i used to spend by the hour now i get payed (i get it)
open ’em up like c+sections, split and take it
i kung fu kicking root split, a track weapon
homie z, i’m the beast 5’7” off the leash
i’ll be by your home myself if they talking about they go back about to grease
i could spit about my fat laces and blow on ’em
but i shoot this in my 40 and blow my dro on ’em

[chorus: z]
he be riding in a bucket sipping alcohol
with the tint down mugging but they mouth don’t fall
she’s trynna think of something pouring swear they hate my talk
but when it all boils down all they gotta say is woo
he be riding in a bucket sipping alcohol
with the tint down pouring but they mouth don’t fall
she’s trynna think of something pouring swear they hate my talk
but when it all boils down all they gotta say is woo
[verse 3: z]
homemade ao drink homie and yo b+tch don’t trip yeah
baby had a quarter when i finish up my mom’s stretch
tight like laces and short of patience
i’ll make they mom books but oh so tasteless
the boy amazing, you sound like you copy and pasting
be careful around ’em like your genitals shaking
if you’re thinking about how every time i get my vocals talking
the track’ll run man to tom hanks [ankle socks?]
so whatever you gon’ say don’t let it flow my way
cause they be talking it like they viscous but never spit like me
sprinkle in my name and twisting up my game
i’ll be flipping it out the box talking the high speed race (woo)
y’all doing too much, me man i’m just kicking back blow
they trynna do it like z, be careful don’t overload (be careful)
he damaging my cousin, dropping jackets right back
damage up your face, i’d like to see you fix that (woo)

- z of firing squad lyrics

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