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zotiyac - 20k freestyle lyrics

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zotiyac k!ller, smoke a n-gga to the filters
speak with no filter, i post all my pictures, no filters
you won’t see the face of my k!llers
you n-ggas don’t hate with no drillers
you getting moe guns, it gon’ get you more realer
n-ggas just at with the stick like bestilla
run in yo’ sh-t, and then leave with yo’ scriller
i’m finna tuck some sh-t off in my luggage
that even a metal detector can’t f-ck with
land in yo’ city, strapped up like it’s nothing
kids on her t-tties, that b-tch you been lovin’
the glizzy on like .50, acting nutty then i’m bustin’
you brother finna die, put your buddy right above him
n-ggas always lyin’ ’bout the b-tches they be f-ckin’
and these b-tches always lying ’bout something, b-tch
money don’t make me, i make money
puttin’ yo hand out, you won’t get sh-t from me
that n-gga stand up this sh-t, gon’ get funny
hoes in his shirt, now that n-gga lil’ bummy
in yo’ b-tch head like that hoe was a dummy
pull up with a biscuit, it don’t come with honey
b-tch, i got bread and it don’t come with onion
got one extra layer, but this sh-t ain’t for runnin’
few extra arms on the b-tches for dumpin’
if he try to start it, then he gon’ get something
he go r-t-rded, one n-gga i’m dumpin’
foenick with the cannon, lil’ n-gga i’m drummin’
foenem walk up on yo’ whip like they bummin’
f-ck that lil’ change, b-tch i only want hundreds
stone cold stunna’, the way i be stuntin’
the scope on my sh-t, the white folks think i’m hunting
that boy don’t want it, the sh-t you can’t stomach
he be on the ground tryna pick up his stomach
fresh bullet wound, so i’m stickin’ my thumb in
the lone in the room, did you just lost yo’ woman?
walkin’ a room, and i make that b-tch runnin’
she know how i’m coming, that b-tch always c-mming
can’t keep with no b-tch, now that b-tches get punnin’
shootin’ sh-t up, we pull up to the function
smokin’ on gas in the motherf-cking alley
i’m in a vague, but i got this from cali
wipa move pounds, and he down in the hills
i told my n-ggas zak to pull up in that audi
on paraphernalia i spend like a thou’y
don’t get no f-cks if this gup ’til i’m drowsy
you wanna up, come run up, i ain’t duckin’, a bag on yo’ head, go in that hoe, discussion
no situation, i’m going through public, all disrespect, don’t come with reaper cushions
they call me the reaper whenever i’m tuckin’, soon as he reach, he gon’ see ninas bustin’
i call my heater the arm in the oven, i’m finna cook some sh-t up and then serve it
look at the wave you’ve been surfin’ on n-gga, if i see the jecks, then i’m swervin’ on n-ggas

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