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til it’s time - zotiyac lyrics

[intro]
hollow tip for hollow tip
a body for a body b*tch
ayy
(wow for the win, that could be it!)
ayy, a body for a body b*tch

[chorus]
errbody a k!ller till it’s time to be one
till it’s time to see one
i don’t play no games, b*tch i ain’t d1 (b*tch)
lil’ n*gga i’m a1
pulled out a prop, but this sh*t not a play one
it’s a glock, but it look like a ray gun
big alexanders on me, i’ma great one
if he snitch, then i’m k!lling my day ones
[verse 1]
what he said? f*ck that, who he say it to?
have a lil’ n*gga gone by day two
then the fed found out on day three
day four n*gga on 45 news
sh*t, by day six n*ggas already be don’ forgot you
n*gga who shot you?
is he alive? i ain’t no f*ckin’ doc
he came wit’ a handheld, i brought a choppa
i got the drop and i left out the house
filled up my mag, thirty shots with a towel
put on my mask and i left out the house
when i first got that text, it was foam at the mouth
n*ggas f*cked up what they doin’ for that clout
i ain’t hear what he said, he was talking too loud
i hop out a two*door and i’m walkin’ ’em down
tap him on his shoulder, tell him “turn around”
like get up b*tch, get up (brrt)
ten shots to the back he got hit up
got popped from the top to the bottom, he ripped up
on pack, no pointin’ a doctor or stitch up
this sh*t typa sh*t make a n*gga go change a religion, he no longer christian
i been told you b*tches, you don’t wanna listen
he posted a tweet, now he no longer livin’
if you wanna be me, ‘post to go on a mission
if you goin’ outside then you ‘post keep stickin’
and i don’t got no sympathy for no lil’ n*gga
it’s crackin’, you ‘post to be strict
he only a thug on the low
now this n*gga blood on the floor and he ‘post to be crips
i used to be oh so confused why these n*ggas mad at me, but you supposed to be b*tch (wam)
[chorus]
errbody a k!ller till it’s time to be one
till it’s time to see one
i don’t play no games, b*tch i ain’t d1 (b*tch)
lil’ n*gga i’m a1
pulled out a prop, but this sh*t not a play one
it’s a glock, but it look like a ray gun
big alexanders on me, i’ma great one
if he snitch, then i’m k!lling my day ones

[verse 2]
pop twenty shots out the mag, n*gga take one
he ain’t gang, it’s a act, n*gga take one
fn lightweight, it don’t weigh none
i’ma come gta how i waste sum
i’ma wait on yo’ block in the mornin’ ’bout 8 sum
shoot from the corner like trae young
n*ggas dish out the bullsh*t and take none
he gon’ go to the police and say sum
i ain’t lie, i never perpetrate none
i ain’t f*ck wit’ the n*ggas since day one
i done been in the loop with this rap sh*t
i ain’t never walk up, handshake none
and these n*ggas ain’t valid, don’t come from no sets, so they gotta group up and create one
n*gga better push up before he say sum
actin’ real tough then he take one (ayy)
hollow tip for hollow tip
a body for a body b*tch
a draco and a pretty b*tch
a faithful and a honest b*tch
did sh*t on my own, i ain’t gotta pay n0body back
the sh*t i’ve been through tell n0body that
and the sh*t i’m into, don’t tell n0body that
and the end is the end, can’t get n0body back
[chorus]
errbody a k!ller till it’s time to be one
till it’s time to see one
i don’t play no games, b*tch i ain’t d1 (b*tch)
lil’ n*gga i’m a1
pulled out a prop, but this sh*t not a play one
it’s a glock, but it look like a ray gun
big alexanders on me, i’ma great one
if he snitch, then i’m k!lling my day ones

[outro]
hollow tip for hollow tip
a body for a body b*tch
(wow for the win, that could be it!)

- zotiyac lyrics

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