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zotiyac - make me squeeze lyrics

[intro]
wow, that could be it
g+g+girlnextdoor

[verse 1]
bullets poppin’ like tiktok
tell me what it sound like when that switch shot
sound like “brrr” yeah that they know that sh+t hot
send a shot like my b+tch you gon’ get blocked
shoot a lil n+gga right out of his flip+flops
no love in this b+tch, but it’s hip+hop
and this sh+t on my hip pop
m911 make somebody really go have to go and get cops
send dat boy to the location, he destined
foe he dropped in the lake, foenem with ’em
interrogation, it ain’t askin’ no questions
pistol whip head, tryna break any weapon
f+ck dat i head to the pen
auto crack till it penetrate through you, it gon’ bring out his back
n+ggas imitating foolish
screaming out facts till he screamin’ out loud laying flat on his back
ayy, in a big body with 32 shots like i’m shaq
ayy, two twin glocks, one cody, the other one zack
gotta b+tch kinda yellow, the other one black
carmelo i shoot it, you gon’ stand the f+ck back
know the labels see me and they see dollar signs
cuz i work all the time, they gon’ give me them racks
ain’t finna fake, i done been on my ass
so i take what i make, i’m giving it back
me going broke ain’t no picturing that
gotta get this sh+t quick
gotta get this sh+t fast
hit with the bl!ck if he moving suspicious
get put in position, condition be bad
n+ggas be faking they ain’t really lift
if we beenin’ realistic these n+ggas’ is ass
[verse 2]
ayy, stop and make me squeeze
ayy, hot sh+t make you freeze
ayy, shot hit make you bleed
ayy, doc can’t make you breathe
ayy, blue dot on top the scope
ayy, see through like telescope
ayy, that boy need a doctor’s note
get popped in smoke for poppin’ smokes
k!lling sh+t like the great league
fn in that mof+cka facey
pop pill, put a n+gga in a grave sleep
comme des garçons, a hundid dollar grey tee
come up like it’s warzone, pull up with a stg44 hit a n+gga through the headpiece
a baby draco, then drop it, i’m deadbeat
fn on me, dat mof+cka fleshy
d+mn, dat mof+cka s+xy
i told that b+tch you don’t wanna upset me
that hoe just blocked me, and label just texted me
i told them n+ggas jus send me a spreadsheet
keep all that sh+t to yourself and your bestie
i don’t give a f+ck, you ain’t gotta impress me
talkin’ like he really ridin’, he ready
get hit up at five like a night up at freddy’s

- zotiyac lyrics

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