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6 hunnit k flow - zias & b-lou lyrics

[verse 1: b-lou]
i got a lock on the street
you already know i’m a beast
and i just got off the leash
smoking that loud, it make you notice me
king of the city, i’m playing for keeps
she wanna leave i’m not losing no sleep
the top
is just in hands reach
remember i was selling them sacks over east
pull them guns out and you know you deceased
n-ggas die in my residential
f-ck with me when it’s beneficial
you f-ck with me you can get your issue
jumped off the porch as a young life
all my n-ggas know where to go if they ever need to get the job right
so i put on for my n-ggas
stayed in the trap with gorillas and k!llas
we just hit 600k
but we thinking way bigger
i do this sh-t for my n-ggas
if you f-ck with them, hmm you’ll be a victim
pull out the chopper, won’t miss him
shoutout to z, he the realest in the system
if he say get him, i got him
no where to hide, infrared beam help me spot him
if he don’t shoot, i’ll sock him
pull up to a n-gga sh-t, and straight pop him

[verse 2: zias]
pop him
just like a pimple
i’ll put a hole in yo face, like a dimple
this rapping sh-t simple
don’t got to write i just go off the temple (yuh)
doing 90 in my rari
on the highway, i’m swerving through h-lla cars
man i gotta chill
not a rapper, but sh-t i got h-lla bars that you gotta feel
just hop in the booth and i gotta k!ll
all of this flavor i gotta spill
no tsf, i f-ck her then f-ck on her bff
i’m cooking this beat i should be a chef
you going against me, just k!ll yourself
like what n-gga? get your head cracked like a nut n-gga
pirus with me
rub me the wrong way and them bloods come rushing out like a cut n-gga
that choppa blow you like a sl-t n-gga
and let me talk about this dutt n-gga
that n-gga know he not a match
the only time i give a f-ck about a flight is when i got a plane to catch
you said we shouldn’t come to vidcon?
we was laughing at you like a sitcom
i don’t know you n-gga, but best believe i can show you n-gga
you get outta pocket, then i’m brady with the choppa
got some bullets i can throw you n-gga
(laughs)
flight bro
you was mad like ari your wife bro
she don’t let you f-ck
but with me i bet she’ll be quick to get dirty like white clothes
i’ll beat your -ss with my eyes closed
yuh, my eyes closed
stomp yo -ss out till you bleed
now my shoe got a red on the bottom like a typos
get it? (laughs)

[playing around rapping: zias]
this is not a diss
but for that vid, i had to come at you
me and b-lou we some legends
i swear we need a f-cking statue
(starts mumbling)
-beat turns off-

[talking: zias]
oh f-ck (giggles)
ay, f-ck it throw that auto tune sh-t on my voice (laughs)
i’m bout to f-ck them up n-gga
it’s on there?

[singing: zias]
y^eaaaa
y^eaaaa y^eaaaa y^eaaaa y^eaaaa y^eaaaa y^eaaaa y^eaaaa
w^oahhh w^oahhh w^oahhhhhhhhh

[talking: zias]
little wh0r-ssss (laughs)

- zias b lou lyrics

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