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zaeanarky – right out lyrics

[chorus + zae]
n+ggas talk sh+t so i air the block right out, this b+tch a snitch, my 30 on sight now, i’m getting ww might black out, p+ssy on smack down, just like lil kapow, i’m getting money, my money all fat now. i load the thirty, that sh+t on sight now, my money all dirty, gotta clean it right now. 666 a cult not a f+cking gang pal

[verse 1 + zae]
taking your life, i know where you at now. i ride around bh, i’m looking for more, take out a n+gga while he in the store,the cctv, it recorded in noir, sipping lean because i am bored. 666 so gotta so i gotta start a clique, then load up my clip, me and my n+ggas we pull up sticks, we beat yo ass, wait for a b+tch, then the snap a pic. i crash then i flip, war war war, i go steal your b+tch, you not with the sh+ts, so hold on n+gga, take a step back, ain’t playing with this, don’t think that i won’t k!ll you, but b+tch i pull up, extendo’ round clips we gon’ drill you

[chorus + zae]
n+ggas talk sh+t i air the block right out, this b+tch a snitch, my 30 on sight now, i’m getting ww might black out, p+ssy on smack down, just like lil kapow, i’m getting money, the money all fat now. i load the thirty, that sh+t on sight now, money all dirty, gotta clean it right now. 666 a cult not a f+cking gang pal

[verse 2 + zae]
i’m taking your life, i know where you at, i pull up b+tch put a bullet in your back, everybody told sh+t hold on, uh, i wipe you off the map, that’s not a fact, i ain’t playin’, n+ggas they slayin’, start my name with a crossed out z then i grab the f+ckin’ knife and make your ass bleed n+ggas talk sh+t but they ain’t with me

[verse 3 + cj suprxme]
you can test me on a track
but i’m still making racks
if you messing with the bullets
then you’re messing with the pack
don’t like it when a p+ssy boy test me
don’t like it when a f+ck boy pests me
but i like it when your thottie say “yes please”
and i like it when she suck on my (woah woah woah woah)
like a p+ssy you get creamed and i ain’t talkin bout no soda
all your ex’s on my d+ck they call me chief sosa
you all heard “the serpent” but my old name was the kobra
and i’m handing out these bullets like my name was f+cking oprah
i can see you lurking on my page still, b+tch you a fan
copy all my flows b+tch like you was dirty dan
you thought you could get away 4 hours till i land
and i’ll rearrange his body, dodge these bullets if you can

- zaeanarky lyrics

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