godfather freestyle *2017 leak* - zotiyac lyrics
[intro]
heal
skrrt (hahahaha)
ayy, hold on (ayy)
[verse 1]
ayy, godfather sh*t, i might die by this sh*t
get the address and then slide to that sh*t
you in the crib, you can’t hide in that sh*t
death for dishonor, so cut the sh*t talk
silence the glock, i don’t let that sh*t talk
she was too honest, i cut that b*tch off
he wanna run ’em, we cut his lips off
i’m better sober, i cut the zip off
i ain’t off sh*t, i’ll still knock yo’ sh*t off
i be too high to organize my thoughts
f*ckin’ with me, gettin’ soaked in bath salt
turnin’ on me, get left on asphalt
shoot with the lefty, yeah, i grab the southpaw
cut him in two, now that n*gga half off (half off)
left off a cap like i’m john bradshaw
skrrt the f*ck off in that getaway, uh
do a 160 like middlewеight, uh
finger the tec like i fiddlе play, uh
my favorite song called “get drilled today,” ayy
n*gga, yo’ b*tch know the deal today, uh
she want a d*ck, she come chill today, ayy
and yo’ ho made my d*ck go away
don’t give no f*ck ’bout that b*tch like a throwaway, ayy
and we get dope cut from over state
thousand a pound like that sh*t came in overweight, ayy
i might pop out with that pipe today
n*gga try cuttin’ me off, get it right away
stripes all over me like i’m wearin’ twin stripes today
ain’t lettin’ sh*t breathe, finna hit his windpipes today
that n*gga pulled up on me and heist today
that’s probably why his whip got hit up twice today, frrt
[interlude]
haha
got hit—, got hit once (twice)
gang sh*t deep b*tch
[verse 2]
we slidin’ like we on thin ice today
pull up and slump a f*ck n*gga like hibernate
that boy gettin’ washed like a tidal wave
lowkey, it’s on me, i’m too high to fight today
hide away, ride away, or just go buy a k
either one, either way, you finna die today
i really used to walk up in the school with the toolie
like, what the f*ck is a bully?
uppin’ the foolie
they don’t know what’s in my hoodie
they don’t know, i keep the goodies
they don’t know, i keep it fully, hundred percent
we just sent one hundred bullets
you got that gun, n*gga pull it
you frontin’, you foolish
you actin’ like you gon’ do sh*t
you actin’ like you gon’ use it
shoot where the roof is then, fah*fah, where the coupe is
think i won’t recuperate, stupid?
i’m finna pull up like don corleone, boy, i’m suited
yo’ b*tch a nuisance
that ho so useless
f*ckin’ her jaw then leavin’ her toothless
n*ggas so square, man, these n*ggas so cubic
walk in the trap and i’m gettin’ saluted
think he ain’t losin’, that n*gga deluded
i see yo’ head in the crowd, i remove it
gun smoke in the air, and the clouds are polluted
if sh*t get hot, no teapot, but i’m fumin’
he see a green light, but he won’t be movin’
run up in yo’ crib, f*ck it up like home improvement
full clip, but it ain’t enough, i ain’t done shootin’
murder gang, b*tch, throw it up, i ain’t done pukin’
clip, it connect to the gl!ck like a fusion
gotta drop at least two, so there ain’t no confusion
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