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ain't on shit - mozzy lyrics

[chorus: lil zay osama & both]
f*ck wrong with these n*ggas?
f*ck wrong with these n*ggas?
f*ck wrong with these n*ggas?
f*ck wrong with these n*ggas?

[verse 1: mozzy]
famous for them walk*throughs
you gon’ take this yeeky that i bought you and go slide about this sh*t ’cause n*ggas got to
i was sick, i heard they popped you, how you let ’em caught you?
how you strapped with on safety? you know better not too
f*ck wrong with these n*ggas?
you in that photo posin’ with ’em, duck low with these n*ggas
i see the ho in these n*ggas, turn up the smoke on these n*ggas
we gon’ up pole on these n*ggas, up go the score on these n*ggas
slide on thе side of his truck and— frrt ‘fore they noticе a n*gga
hgm, they know not to play with them (yeah)
we don’t throw away the throw always, we into savin’ them
news clip, eight am
parked him with his whip and drive
got low, hit him high
baby mama been advised
he ain’t finna make it, n*ggas fried his bacon
a real demonic type of squadron like we tied to satan
i’m slime related, look at all the time my guys is facin’
annihilation under oath, said he gon’ die a gangster
i kind of like his gangster
[chorus: lil zay osama & both]
f*ck wrong with these n*ggas?
f*ck wrong with these n*ggas?
f*ck wrong with these n*ggas?
f*ck wrong with these n*ggas?

[verse 2: lil zay osama]
only time n*ggas go live is when they safe
knowin’ that 12 be spinnin’ y’all sh*t, knowin’ you n*ggas protected by jakes
me and foenem, we stand on sh*t
last time i hawked a n*gga down, when he fell down, i finished that sh*t
i been on plenty of hits, i bust plenty of sticks
bustin’ my gun with von
don’t let that singin’ sh*t fool you, this ten mili’ gon’ collapse your lung
you can’t name a time i snitched
you can’t name a n*gga other than her ex that f*cked my b*tch
ain’t no fraud sh*t on my name but smokin’ a n*gga and hittin’ a l!ck
n*ggas ain’t on sh*t
keep on shakin’ ass outside, keep on goin’ live
we gon’ wait ’til it’s time to go, one call, leave off the block, we spray that fire
chase his ass down, folks let off a dub, i shot like thirty more times
zay back at it again, ‘posed to be rappin’, but now he right back slidin’
i was f*ckin’ that b*tch you kissin’ in your pictures, ask her, didn’t hit it?
and she gave me that glock 3000 with it
n*gga thirsty for a b*tch, i was in that p*ssy, that coochie finished
broke*ass n*gga keep beggin’ for a feature
“ayy, zay, big bro, do somethin’ with me”
goofy*ass n*ggas
ain’t you n*ggas tired of dyin’? didn’t your homie reach the top?
he got hit like twenty times, ain’t you tired of gettin’ shot?
you claim another n*gga’s work, man, kick him off the block
goofy*ass, snake*ass n*ggas, you gon’ die for playin’ with us (glah)
[chorus: lil zay osama & both]
f*ck wrong with these n*ggas?
f*ck wrong with these n*ggas?
f*ck wrong with these n*ggas?
f*ck wrong with these n*ggas?

- mozzy lyrics

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