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yahtzee! - zotiyac lyrics

[chorus]

pistol whip cause brain hemorrhage
my n*ggas juugin, they breaking and entering
hooded up like the akatsuki
on a level these n*ggas can’t see like kakashi
n*gga ride round in that masi
switch that b*tch upside down, 69 no tekashi
n*gga i pop like *arazzi
foenem shake the block up now they yelling out “yahtzee!”

[verse]

me and this b*tch got organic, chemistry
sucking the seed and she callin’ me papi
ay, a bottle of oxy
when i empty this b*tch see the knot in my pocket (no, n*gga)
if i empty this b*tch then it’s not in my pocket
my n*gga if you do not stop it
just like a ufo, something inside of that rocket
my foot on the gas, i ain’t hitting the brakes
no knife on that boy but i’m bumping that chop
i leave that boy dead with some sh*t in his face
a clip and a k, it drop out like college
i walk that boy down like he just graduate (b*tch*ass)
he don’t want the work just like minimum wage
he talking that sh*t but his broke*ass hatin
he try me i pull up like no gravitation (and i’m k!lling him)
ay, lil’ n*gga grave get doug like dimmadome
ain’t got no time for that ho like a minute phone
i just had to hit like the pentagon
ay, real terror
everyone dying in this b*tch, will ferrell
get strapped in a soul and a bonded apparel
go psycho in this b*tch like the black christian bale
n*gga i turn it the f*ck up
treat a building like government work
and i burn it the f*ck up
we gon’ kidnap a n*gga and throw him a party
they know he ain’t turning the f*ck up
put your cuffs up
finna pour something right now
for the future n*gga try touch us
ain’t no picking him up
n*gga way more than crippled
the ambulance picking the blood up
n*gga set trippin’, boy i’m set different
yak and cocaine, boy i’m dead different
my existence is divine intervention
n*ggas decent, already implemented
boy the pen a weapon, get the lead grippin’
think he sick, catch him while he bedridden
shots richochet, off the bed hit ’em
catching all the strays like ned griffin
b*tch it’s right from the top
n*gga i could have broke out a flow like this
i been taking it easy
n*gga know my pen’ll murder
ain’t gonna frame her but i’m finna make her believe me
that sh*t he throw up ain’t real
n*gga faking, believe me
a p*ssy, he need a bikini
i had p*ssy was dry, that martini
i told that b*tch lose my number
she still wanna see me
[chorus]

- zotiyac lyrics

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