R.A.C.K.S
Bitch, free the guys, nigga
This nigga Zay just pulled on me with Like three switches
He on some bullshit
Them bitches got muzzles, Attachments, full of clips
Don't give a f*ck, he say he tryna Shoot at opps lips
I said shit, what it is, nigga
Let me call this nigga G, we finna Hop in a V and bail out
Alright, we finna bail out on a nigga, Roll him up, roll it loud
Don't give a f*ck what it is, I'll smack A f*cking child
Go and get your dad and your mom And watch your mouth
Don't give a f*ck, I'm tryna see what Y'all about
What the opps about
I'll shoot up y'all house, don't give a F*ck
I'm not the nigga you doubt
Cause I don't even gotta hit the booth And shout
I don't sit on my couch on my ass and Really pout
I really get to the bag, I'm runnin' to it Like I'm Flash
Shut the f*ck up before I shoot your F*ckin
Alright, before I shoot your Motherf*ckin' cousin
On block 300, I really came from Nothin
Ayy, I am not just cussin
I'm gon' step back and up these big Bitches
Start bussin' and put it, alright put Them
Found a bitch, stupid bitch
Been to pull down your block and Show your ass a see-through clip
My, my minds ain't meltin
Cause it's metal, nigga
Don't give a f*ck, I need a ruby red Bezel, nigga
Don't give a f*ck, I got the first place Medal, nigga
Shut the f*ck up, you is a, I'll shelf You, nigga
I'll bounce out a Honda and belt you, Nigga
Bounce out a motherf*ckin' Civic
I don't really give a f*ck, Chicago Mo The real trenches
Shut the f*ck up, you ain't heard, you Ain't got no limit, nigga
You ain't really out here servin' fiends In that f*ckin' kitchen, nigga
You just beatin' your keyboard, sneak Dissin, nigga
Shut the f*ck up, I'm finna shoot you, Good riddance, nigga
Y'all lyin' on the rap, y'all kitten, Nigga
Shut the f*ck up, how bout that, nigga
Bitch, that's a switch, nigga
I got a flippin' round SK peanut butter Stock with a grip, nigga
You ever turnt a 50 cal to a 60 cal
I been to up these big bitches, shot Your ass in the tongue
Break your motherf*ckin' mouth, Nigga
Break your chin, nigga
25 in a f*ckin' pen, nigga
I told her holla at me when she sober
That judge, I don't know her
Racks, bitch
Free the guys, nigga
Raqs79 - Welcome Home Zay Lyrics
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English
R.A.C.K.S
Bitch, free the guys, nigga
This nigga Zay just pulled on me with Like three switches
He on some bullshit
Them bitches got muzzles, Attachments, full of clips
Don't give a f*ck, he say he tryna Shoot at opps lips
I said shit, what it is, nigga
Let me call this nigga G, we finna Hop in a V and bail out
Alright, we finna bail out on a nigga, Roll him up, roll it loud
Don't give a f*ck what it is, I'll smack A f*cking child
Go and get your dad and your mom And watch your mouth
Don't give a f*ck, I'm tryna see what Y'all about
What the opps about
I'll shoot up y'all house, don't give a F*ck
I'm not the nigga you doubt
Cause I don't even gotta hit the booth And shout
I don't sit on my couch on my ass and Really pout
I really get to the bag, I'm runnin' to it Like I'm Flash
Shut the f*ck up before I shoot your F*ckin
Alright, before I shoot your Motherf*ckin' cousin
On block 300, I really came from Nothin
Ayy, I am not just cussin
I'm gon' step back and up these big Bitches
Start bussin' and put it, alright put Them
Found a bitch, stupid bitch
Been to pull down your block and Show your ass a see-through clip
My, my minds ain't meltin
Cause it's metal, nigga
Don't give a f*ck, I need a ruby red Bezel, nigga
Don't give a f*ck, I got the first place Medal, nigga
Shut the f*ck up, you is a, I'll shelf You, nigga
I'll bounce out a Honda and belt you, Nigga
Bounce out a motherf*ckin' Civic
I don't really give a f*ck, Chicago Mo The real trenches
Shut the f*ck up, you ain't heard, you Ain't got no limit, nigga
You ain't really out here servin' fiends In that f*ckin' kitchen, nigga
You just beatin' your keyboard, sneak Dissin, nigga
Shut the f*ck up, I'm finna shoot you, Good riddance, nigga
Y'all lyin' on the rap, y'all kitten, Nigga
Shut the f*ck up, how bout that, nigga
Bitch, that's a switch, nigga
I got a flippin' round SK peanut butter Stock with a grip, nigga
You ever turnt a 50 cal to a 60 cal
I been to up these big bitches, shot Your ass in the tongue
Break your motherf*ckin' mouth, Nigga
Break your chin, nigga
25 in a f*ckin' pen, nigga
I told her holla at me when she sober
That judge, I don't know her
Racks, bitch
Free the guys, nigga
Bitch, free the guys, nigga
This nigga Zay just pulled on me with Like three switches
He on some bullshit
Them bitches got muzzles, Attachments, full of clips
Don't give a f*ck, he say he tryna Shoot at opps lips
I said shit, what it is, nigga
Let me call this nigga G, we finna Hop in a V and bail out
Alright, we finna bail out on a nigga, Roll him up, roll it loud
Don't give a f*ck what it is, I'll smack A f*cking child
Go and get your dad and your mom And watch your mouth
Don't give a f*ck, I'm tryna see what Y'all about
What the opps about
I'll shoot up y'all house, don't give a F*ck
I'm not the nigga you doubt
Cause I don't even gotta hit the booth And shout
I don't sit on my couch on my ass and Really pout
I really get to the bag, I'm runnin' to it Like I'm Flash
Shut the f*ck up before I shoot your F*ckin
Alright, before I shoot your Motherf*ckin' cousin
On block 300, I really came from Nothin
Ayy, I am not just cussin
I'm gon' step back and up these big Bitches
Start bussin' and put it, alright put Them
Found a bitch, stupid bitch
Been to pull down your block and Show your ass a see-through clip
My, my minds ain't meltin
Cause it's metal, nigga
Don't give a f*ck, I need a ruby red Bezel, nigga
Don't give a f*ck, I got the first place Medal, nigga
Shut the f*ck up, you is a, I'll shelf You, nigga
I'll bounce out a Honda and belt you, Nigga
Bounce out a motherf*ckin' Civic
I don't really give a f*ck, Chicago Mo The real trenches
Shut the f*ck up, you ain't heard, you Ain't got no limit, nigga
You ain't really out here servin' fiends In that f*ckin' kitchen, nigga
You just beatin' your keyboard, sneak Dissin, nigga
Shut the f*ck up, I'm finna shoot you, Good riddance, nigga
Y'all lyin' on the rap, y'all kitten, Nigga
Shut the f*ck up, how bout that, nigga
Bitch, that's a switch, nigga
I got a flippin' round SK peanut butter Stock with a grip, nigga
You ever turnt a 50 cal to a 60 cal
I been to up these big bitches, shot Your ass in the tongue
Break your motherf*ckin' mouth, Nigga
Break your chin, nigga
25 in a f*ckin' pen, nigga
I told her holla at me when she sober
That judge, I don't know her
Racks, bitch
Free the guys, nigga
Writer: Raqs 79
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