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zayguapkid - detroitgoth #freestyle lyrics

[intro]
shut up n+gga
b+tch, d+mn, d+mn, d+mn
trapgoth
d+mn, d+mn, what the f+ck, d+mn
f+ck n+gga, what the f+ck, what the f+ck, ay
what the—
aye, aye
yeah, i’ve been—, uh
aye, aye
aye

[verse]
at mcdonalds (—goth) on a vpn using up they wifi, aye
i be popping pills and let the time fly
pop two 30s, i’m so high, think i just sky dived
and i think (go) the clerk is on to me, she keeps giving me the side eye
aye, b+tch, i don’t give a f+ck
i’m with priori, we just hopped out an uber truck
heard that n+gga, he was talking down so i lift him up, yeah
hit the 774 and come back with 100 guns (go)
b+tch, all these bigger is some clout chasers
off+whitе on my feet with the big laces
you n+gga just touching bread, b+tch i been savеd it
brodie caught a body, disappeared, and now his head shaved
ha, yeah, i bet he going through it
three zips of the tris, drop a hundred, yeah
i didn’t want to hit that l!ck, but i had to do it
seen him in the whip, pass the bl!ck, so i had to shoot it (fa, fa)
n+gga, i ain’t gon’ miss though
it’s cold outside, i’m walking with a glock in a big coat
no goth b+tches at the party, i’ma go home
hit the plug like “i ain’t mean to run off”, but i did though
ha, d+mn, yeah i did that
shiesty n+gga, bring the glock to a kickback
bro gonna shoot the poles at the kickback
n+gga talking down on the gang, he get sh+t bagged
on the road, serving out them juggs, tryna get back
i just pulled up on my serve with a big bag
i done poured up all my syrup, where my tris at?
yeah, stk the n+ggas that robbed me, we really did that
heard your sh+t last year, man you been wack
let my n+gga cranes hit the cup, now he—
let my n+gga cranes hit the cup, he had a heart attack
i’m in brooklyn looking for the spot, where the pharmacy at?
me and c, runnin’ from the cops with a gun in the bag
we done did like 8 high speeds, b+tch we running them back
ya’ll n+ggas not as high as me, i just popped me a xan
why you n+ggas talking on the gang, i might shoot at your mans
got a brick from a white b+tch and a english magazine
sipping foreign lean, get it gone as soon as it land
i just taxed a n+gga 500 for bout 50 xans
get a 10, stack it to a 100, that’s the masterplan (trapgoth)
[outro]
b+tch, what the f+ck?

- zayguapkid lyrics

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