ZOTiYAC – Thank You
Genre Rap

LYRIC
Thank You

Verse 1

We don't get on no crazy shit nigga
I carry the Glock like I babysit nigga
They tryna convince me how they be them niggas
I do not believe you, I’m atheist nigga
I just copped the eight, I ain't facin' this nigga
I got called game, come and take sum shit with me
I just bought some Guccis I don’t think they fit me
They big as a bitch, don't get stomped in your city
Ain't come with no glizzy [i'm cappin
This ain't just a drum this some titties [they fit
A new green beam on that bitch look pretty
Boy, all black body it look like Big-E

Chorus

Black rifle, white people will hang you
Brodie called and killеd that boy, I said "Thank You"
Two straps like my Kurt Angle
Run-off boy I'm hittin' your ankles
Fuck a guardian wе hittin' his angel
Get low balled, I’m hittin’ from angles
Hair trigger on the Glock, it's gon’ spank you
Hit em up leave the whole block, tangled

Verse 2

Oh, I'm spinin' that block, sprained my ankle
Your bitch gave me top, I said "Thank You"
She give me neck in the back of the ranger
Now she feel bad cause she know that it ain't you
Long hair like that bitch out of Tangled
Tight pussy, yeah my dick gettin’ strangled
Came with a long clip like some Pringles
Boy don't roll, that shit is a gamble

Boy you gon' die tryin' get hype
Boy you gon' die tryin' just type
Boy you gon' die tonight you just the type
I got a tech I don't use it to type nigga

I got my pistol ion wanna fight
I got the lead ion use it to write
Boy your bitch on my dick and she uses a pipe
Boy that bitch off the shits, she been usin' a pipe
Boy I be in all black, and she be off the white
If I get pulled over, I'm really on ice
Got some shit in this bitch that might give me life
If I click on this bitch you ain't gon' hear twice
One shot, one kill, that's nice
Drive-by in a coupe de ville nigga no bike
Get fucked by the forty you stayin' the night
If you got locked up boy you stayin' the night
While home by yourself and get blicked
Get left on the side on the building like piss
When I let this bitch off it start soundin' like this

Chorus

Black rifle, white people will hang you
Brodie called and killed that boy, I said "Thank You"
Two straps like my Kurt Angle
Run-off boy I'm hittin' your ankles
Fuck a guardian we hittin' his angel
Get low balled, I'm hittin' from angles
Hair trigger on the Glock, it's gon' spank you
Hit em up leave the whole block tangled

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