
zotiyac - da shinin lyrics
[intro]
brrt, ayy
(thank you, timmy boy) ayy, (want my check, n+gga), ayy
[verse 1]
yeah, in a casino, i feel like i’m robert de niro, uh (feel like robert)
how that boy constantly takin’ an l and the n+gga don’t got any zeros? (don’t got any zeros)
uh, i get so sick of the comments, huh, i get so tired of the weirdos
uh, all of this sh+t perfect timin’, i’m gon’ get it anyway, n+gga, you don’t gotta hear though (shh)
but i’m gon’ make sure you feel me (yeah, for sure)
she want me to save her, i don’t wear a cape, told her never have i been a hero, uh (nah)
but send me the signal, i’m slidin’, uh
sh+t, i don’t even need any diamonds, she do what i say, come with me and leave simon (come on)
yeah, and every time i pop out with two b+tches, look like they twins, they tell me i’m shinin’ (ayy, i’m shinin’)
[bridge]
ayy, all kind of cars (skrrt, skrrt)
i bought a bar, n+gga (rrah, buh)
ayy
on my wrist (like audemars), wrist, wrist (ayy)
[verse 2]
slide in a sport and i feel like my name jeff gordon (zoom)
like my name mike jordan
.223 bullets inside of the chopper, leave n+ggas avoidant (buh, buh, boom)
bad b+tches pullin’ up, porsches
like n+gga, that’s stupid, yo’ baby get took out, that’s mission aborted
uh, n+gga blow money on studio time, while i be in the kitchen recordin’
while i be in the kitchen, whip, whip, whip
shh, boy, i be in the kitchen
‘member them days back in school, n+ggas servin’ them pills at detention
i give a f+ck how you really gon’ feel ’cause a real n+gga don’t get offended
yeah, feel like a columbine shooter ’cause, n+gga, i really put on for the trenches (hahaha)
[verse 3]
what? yeah, hold on, n+gga
ayy (grrt), chop f+ck up yo’ rented, my n+ggas is known to be colder, for sure they’ll bend ya
turn a b+tch to a shooter
shot hit a rolls+royce, knock the doors off, turn that sh+t to a coupe
yeah, that what my n+ggas will do, spin a block, look like that b+tch got hit with a nuke
yeah, ho hit my dm, i know she a fan, so that b+tch just got hit with the juke (juke)
ayy, hope he don’t turn into no snitch, i’ma drop my own n+gga like bishop, this juice
yeah (ayy), n+gga don’t do sh+t but smoke and just sit in the booth
huh, yeah, i put the nail in the coffin, but don’t ask me how ’cause i’m missin’ the screws
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