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ZENN5IVEE

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Damn
ZENN
This shit got some kick, metal hit, she dancin' to a diss
We hit him in his face and in his  fitted, need a medic, bitch

When I'm on the road, we comin', them bullets thumpin
Leave his nose runnin', them bullets get em jumpin
They can't touch me cause I'm up and comin
I don't need a rival, I'm not a fighter, you know I'm her desire

If I ever catch a opp in the hospital, I'ma pull the wire
Here go you some words, you on the curb, you know you for the birds
F*ck off five times and I'ma say it till he gettin' murked
We on 34, let it blow, we gon' up the score

Can't give my dawg no ho, hell nah, cause Jay can't f*ck with those
Why you pillow talkin'? Stop that talkin
This beat, I'm really walkin', my Glock know it's retarded
Every time It see a opp, it's hawkin

I'm Still tryna think, check the sink , bullets dipped in  ink
Bullets get to flyin' before the n***a even think to blink
He be throwin' shade, them shooters paid, he got put in a grave
The last place he was at, that's where he dissin', that's just where he laid

He know he in danger, them bullets change ya, that's how your mama made ya
No, I'm not a stranger, like the baby, I'm the Texas Ranger
I like doin' music, hoop or rap , that shit was so confusing
This trigger, I'm abusin', y'all up  two bodies, now look at y'all losin

No, I'm not the devil, but I'm a n***a who can fill a grave
He called for god, he prayed, it don't matter, took one to the face
Yeah, this Beat  got power, n***a know he got a few more hours
No, we can't be fucked with, cause we young and over fuckin' power

I do it the best, grab the Glock and go to smack my chest
We steppin' on necks ,  all summer long, we know we gettin' checks
I don't want her for the sex, not gon' flex, reach  for the foul, gotta tech
Don't ramble with my ex, f*ck that, you know we up and next

F*ck that, grab my pistol, blow the whistle, it's time for your dismissal
This Glock make shit official, yours  artificial
We leave a n***a crippled, take him off the dribble
All he do is run like Chicken Little

Now we up by one, he ain't gon' run lets let that pistol whistle
Now I'm in my zone, real number one, the bros was never wrong
Two, don't run if you alone, you know I got your back, come on
Three, sit your happy ass down, just leave me alone

Really done with this song, this shit takin' too fuckin' long
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