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zotiyac - laps lyrics

[intro]
i’mma make your cxrpse dance

[hook 1]
ugh, hop in that jag, do the dash
i shoot a n-gga then laugh
b-tch, don’t talk to me if you ain’t on that
un-add her off of the snap, and just act like i am off of the map
b-tch know i’m sick and i’m coughin’ off gas, acp coffin yo’ -ss

[verse 1]
ugh, i coulda f-cked in the car but i crashed
hope the allstate come fast
i got good hands but a b-tch get smacked
tell that hoe “don’t talk back”
uh, and toker got caught with the walther
i’m all about the action like i’m paul walker
i’m smokin’ on diesel and headed to spirit
and this sh-t so loud, bet a deaf n-gga hear it
where is you from, cuz, i’m definitely curious
and don’t even ask, i’m definitely serious
death can be quick if you test the clique, period
put metal inside of that boy like a piercin’
we don’t be at the court hearings
we got them poles so we don’t get no clearance
you can tell by my appearance
f-ck with my brothers, then i’m interfering
i’m still the shooter when i’m the one steerin’
heist poppin’ out with the sawed-off smearin’
don’t give no f-ck about what a b-tch hearin’
i p-ss ’em off like urine
intimidation, but who is we fearin’?
you send the shooters and we sendin’ em back
clean up the mess and deliver a pack
and he ran when we shot, so we sent you his back
sk get in, knock the skin off your back
burner, it ring, melt the ink off your tats
my teacher told me i stink, it’s the pack
i don’t even know why i bring it to cl-ss
you n-ggas p-ssy, i think it’s a fact
hit up his block and then swing the whip back
you need to drop her, she be in the trap
when i am done, i will bring the b-tch back

[hook 2]
haha, hey, ayy, hop in that jag, do the dash
i drop an opp and then laugh
b-tch, don’t talk to me if you can’t do math (heh)
unfollow that ho so fast, after i crack her i block her and p-ss
and plus the head was so wack, after i did it i ain’t even feel bad

[verse 2]
i got the racks, i just don’t shop at saks, n-gga
he wanna front, .40 blow out your back, n-gga
knock off your hat, n-gga, i double tap n-ggas
jesus might love you, but you won’t come back, n-gga
you shouldn’t have lacked, n-gga
this xd compact, n-gga, it turn your -ss to a pack, n-gga
smoke you for stress, k!ll your -ss and relax, n-gga
mopstick it exterminate rat n-ggas (ayy)
glocks hit if you turnin’ your back on me
that would be stupid, just show me some cl-ss n-gga
de, hit the dash and the gl-ss fall
n-gga tried to hop out, quickdraw, blast-off
in the cut with the cutter like a buzzsaw
i’m a buzzk!ll, clips get you cut off
you ain’t f-ckin’ on bro, well then f-ck off
you ain’t totin’ no pole, n-gga don’t talk

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