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unlimited freestyle (2018) - zotiyac lyrics

[intro]
(zane)
ayy

[verse 1]
clip is unlimited, uh
won’t ever finish it, uh
your homies diminishin’
all bodies droppin’ (ayy)
my shotty c*ckin’
trip off no thot, i got options
clip is unlimited
revolver, i’m spinning it
bodies gon’ fall as they entering
clip inconsiderate, uh
clip is so ignorant, huh
no type of friendship
scooping that b*tch, pick up
she tryna get liquor
heist tryin’ to get at her lil’ sister
i get my d*ck l!cked up
i’m in the pick*up truck
so you get the big picture
she want a real n*gga
she want the hilfiger
she want me to chill wit’ her
i need like six figures or i cannot deal wit’ ya
no, b*tch, i can’t split the bill wit’ ya
[interlude]
n*gga a snitch, no, i can’t do no drill wit’ ya
you a dumb b*tch, no, i can’t pop no pill wit’ ya

[verse 2]
if you a lightweight, i hit up my lil’ n*ggas
they don’t do fades, they just pull up and take n*ggas
get in my way then you got outta place n*gga
scope ain’t no tele’, send you outta sp*ce n*gga
real life gravedigger
i leave some cash for my moms in the safe, n*gga
clip is extended, ‘tended
if i said it, b*tch, i meant it, meant it
clip is unlimited, uh
sh*t is on infinite, b*tch, you won’t defend it (heh)
clip is unlimited, sh*t is unlimitless
sh*tting on n*ggas for thinkin’ they been the sh*t
i hit the lemon squeeze, make you a lemon twist
you just sucked my d*ck, b*tch, no you can’t get a kiss

[interlude]
f*ck type of sh*t is this? heist, f*ck type of b*tch is this?
she hopped in my sh*t like, “what type of whip is this?”
foe, where you get this b*tch? she cannot kick it with
kick sh*t with gang, i know where my business is
[verse 3]
clip is unlimited, limited, limited
i feel like splinter cell, how i got in the crib
only intention is get away with the l!ck
on yo’ page postin’ pics, that’s the way you get hit
came with the scooby snacks if you got a pick
came with the toolie strapped if you got kids
if you got b*lls, n*gga flex yo’ sh*t
shooters jack frost, he’a wet yo’ sh*t
fully get to booming like metro did
the end of equilibrium, a head get split
bought a new glock and it rock like chris
you could ask dwayne johnson, he don’t rock like this
pour up for jocc, ask to why i gotta p*ss
what you gon’ risk for that watch on yo’ wrist?
it’ll be a slow death, but i pop yo’ ass quick
watch you bleed out yo’ neck, tell the doctor, “that’s it”
passed the lil’ homie the strap and he hit
he caught a opp, guess i called a assist

[verse 4]
ayy, no aaron rodgers get picked (picked)
ayy, no, ain’t no knocking, just kick (just kick, ayy)
shooters ride with the fully automatic (grrah)
get caught in traffic, bullets bouncin’ like rabbits
f*ck a t*shirt, i’ma purchase a casket (ayy)
leave him in dirt (what?), and then skrrt off in fashion (b*tch, skrrt)
ayy, and if that f*ckboy got the up’s on me (ayy, b*tch)
i’ma catch him on the back*end (ayy, ayy)
we gon’ be back, we know where you at (ayy)
release a clip out of the mac like the kraken (ayy)
[outro]
ride with the mac*10 (ayy)
ride with the mac*10 (frrt, ayy)
sh*t blow yo’ back*end (brrt)
like that

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