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zivy - hatchet hour lyrics

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(pre-hook)

let me start here, i’m going slow on the last gear
bars got better rhymes, simpler times were just so last year
made my life a living h-ll, my music just blast ears
always in your face i’m stealing nougats you gon fast here

she complimenting me, your mans got compton jealousy
shot of hennessy, all the labels your boss gonna refer me
aspiring lyricist your girl left my mouth with her lipstick
and its my business to let you know when i’m gon’ hit or miss

(hook)

i didn’t even score her, opened the door and then floored her
you done mad gon’ shoot some gats? d-mn son, here’s the lincoln lawyer
bet you didn’t catch the bar, me and your man gon’ snatch a car
chop you up when we swing fast, man this gon’ be the hatchet hour

change the tide with pods, cause these mumbling times are gone
rob the mic from me and i’m gonna conquer through withdrawals
westside where we at, we just tryna change the game
close to gap, next to that, so zivy, don’t forget the name!

(verse 1)

drinking no henessy but in my bed i see
4 pillows man, everything is double menacingly
vessels hate it, i debate it, when i sing so messily
but i’m gon’ still make noise, i’m an empty vessel see?

but this won’t get no views, sell my soul i’m gon’ abuse
y’all just want to see that d-mn bpm go through the roof
new flow i want to borrow, old flows gone with my sorrow
see a couple mother-lovers i’m busy i’ll shoot tomorrow

80 bpm but i go double time just with my rap
make it 180 then i’ll go mumble time just like a trap
and it’s true, i ain’t 18, so i ride bicycles fast
soon i get a whip then i’m gon’ say bye cycles fast

i ain’t complicating sh-t, got no teeth flow like gaten sh-t
two more years of this, i’m gone go to where that gaten live
in the city she say will you miss me i ain’t misty
eyed so i lied when i told her that i’ll be back tonight

(hook)

i didn’t even score her, opened the door and then floored her
you done mad gon’ shoot some gats? d-mn son, here’s the lincoln lawyer
bet you didn’t catch the bar, me and your man gon’ snatch a car
chop you up when we swing fast, man this gon’ be the hatchet hour

change the tide with pods, cause these mumbling times are gone
rob the mic from me and i’m gonna conquer through withdrawals
westside where we at, we just tryna change the game
close to gap, next to that, so zivy, don’t forget the name!

(verse 2)

leave them hanging messily, look at me they start guessing me
do my set and finish quick then they gon’ start confessing eek
throwing all these beats, it’s fall season with the heat
cause my bangers just gon’ keep dropping like miami heat

lbj on my kicks, soldier ten match the fit
to divorce her i’m so quick, i coerce my lawyer sh-t
nah thats cap, i ain’t got no lawyer, cause i didn’t need to rob ya
i ain’t even got a shred of muscle nah mate i can’t drop ya

sure talk a game loud, my teacher i’ll make you proud
honour rolling on these other kids but didn’t throw that around
you got a bleeding mouth, switch your teeth to ceramics now
i wasn’t a master earlier, but i mix this sh-t now

like an angry couch, sit on me and you gon’ bounce
dying in my own drip oh sh-t i’m gonna drown
seeing me their frown just turn upside down
cause i’m a strange 80s kid but these kids think i’m a f-lown

(pre-hook)

let me start here, i’m going slow on the last gear
bars got better rhymes, simpler times were just so last year
made my life a living h-ll, my music just blast ears
always in your face i’m stealing nougats you gon fast here

she complimenting me, your mans got compton jealousy
shot of hennessy, all the labels your boss gonna refer me
aspiring lyricist your girl left my mouth with her lipstick
and its my business to let you know when i’m gon’ hit or miss

(hook)

i didn’t even score her, opened the door and then floored her
you done mad gon’ shoot some gats? d-mn son, here’s the lincoln lawyer
bet you didn’t catch the bar, me and your man gon’ snatch a car
chop you up when we swing fast, man this gon’ be the hatchet hour

change the tide with pods, cause these mumbling times are gone
rob the mic from me and i’m gonna conquer through withdrawals
westside where we at, we just tryna change the game
close to gap, next to that, so zivy, don’t forget the name!

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