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zotiyac - level up lyrics

[hook]
ay ay i done leveled up b-tch
ay ay i done leveled up b-tch
i got a set it up b-tch give the call to the shootas they wet u up quick

[verse 1]
the second i step in they swallow
they gather the breath holdin’ up but they hollow
i pull up wit hollows , they cut thru yo brothel
i knock the meat out yo taco
i shoot at yo vatos , they call me el chapo
p-ssy boy just watch yo paso yo posse all p-ssy i know they gon’ follow i’m splittin’ his meat til he got vitilago
then run off on plug im like pr-nto
this stick got a drum that aint bongo
he sit in his blood like he bono abominable bullets go mano e mano
uh , my new lil b-tch mexicano
she came off the boat had the dope in a pothole , yolo the motto i pull on the throttle im skrrtin off quick tell my cuervos like vamos
i’m bussin’ i’m bussin’ i’m bussin’
a big 30 clip what i’m tuckin’
he get turnt down when i up it
2-3 get foul then i buck it
i don’t want yo b-tch boy you buggin’ these n-gg-s be tweakin’ i squeeze it in public uh
i know these n-gg-s on nothin’ one phone for the hoes and one phone for the juggin’
i hit that lick and i skrrt off, flyin’ the plane i’m like murdock
she hop on the bus take her shirt off
then throwin’ that hoe like a curveball
burnin’ rubber when i burn off
this shot make that boy do the birdwalk
you f-ck wit a opp that’s a turn off
she spit up the nut like a furball

[hook]
ay ay i done leveled up b-tch
ay ay i done leveled up b-tch
i got a set it up b-tch give the call to the shootas they wet u up quick

[verse 2]
i am the son of the old dirty b-st-rd
yo look is over if you search disaster
the church and the pastors reek lurkin the havoc
run through the block tryna purge as a habit
certain yo status is worthless i’ve had it
i’m at the cadaver when you get to p-ssin’
feel like bo jackson i’m swingin’ and smashin’
i can’t miss a hit intricate wit the batting
i’m in the field it don’t matter the sport
double my cup then yo bladder get poured
stuffin’ the wood wit the back of the fork
while we roll and we whip ain’t no crashin’ this course
what do these boys act like savages for?
half of ’em h–rding a m-ssive remorse
now all the sh-t they was actin before is an action and they couldn’t match it with force
new dirty gun now i’m back to my ch-r-s
you can try runnin’ yo back’ll get boards
yo b-tch a dummy i cannot afford to be wastin’ my money thats time wit yo wh-r-
way outta luck but i’m feelin’ deluxe lil b-tch i am loaded lux
pistol i tuck, get hit wit the b-tt yeh the bottom was f-ckin’ em up
alla these n-gg-s they suck x2
i am a crow out the cut x2
blade finna go in his guts
now he ain’t talkin too much
i think that cat got his tongue
or that lil boy dead as f-ck
at first he was talkin so tough
now that lil boy dead as f-ck x3
see yo hoe bet i wet that b-tch up
get a stain and i set that b-tch up
she feelin blessed when i touch
but i dont want sh-t but a nut

- zotiyac lyrics

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