392*

Zayy

Home of shooters, Fort McCoy (Okay)
They been waiting on that green light, I got soldiers to deploy (On God)
Treat his ass like Call of Duty, bitch we search and then destroy (Boom)
We a argue just to fuck, this toxic sex like Baby Boy
She in college in the Mitt' but she got fucked in Illinois

And all my niggas Armed and Dangerous, like we sliding for VRoy (Von)
Yeah his toolie took a life but he still treat it like a toy
Nightlight on the blick, just blind his ass and drown him in the noise
Know that Ima spend a bag whenever I make trips to Troy
(And I can merch that on God)

So bitch come here
Rental so premier, ain't gotta touch the wheel
That's auto steer
Scammers in my front and killers in my rear
Okay, I'm here
Chosen mode, I'm in that bag, I'm 'bout to take off like a Lear

Niggas trailing off my pockets so I had to switch a gear
When I pull that pocket rocket, know I'm trimming niggas hair
Riding shotgun in a 'vette, it ain't no shuffle room in there
Hawk 'em down in 392's, I know these niggas scared

I got niggas spinning blocks
And they don't cap up in they raps
If that clerk was going once
You know you gotta double back (Give me that)
I been sipping on Wockesha and lowkey, it got me fat
How the fuck you hang with... I could've sworn that bitch a rat (God damn)

Heard the oppas tryna score
We sent that shit back like a goalie
Bitch I keep a heater on me
I'll start a shootout by my lonely
This new glock came with a switch or grab the one he put on for me
(Aye grab me that right there)
I had did dirt with that Nina, pack-a-punched it to a forty

Hollow tips up in the clip, erase the shit up out yo shorty (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch you could've played it safe up in the house like you was Cory (Yeah, yeah)
7.62's big as hell and when they hit you, shit get gory (Yeah, yeah)
Last nigga thought shit sweet, well he ain't here to tell that story