Sinaloa By ZillaKami Lyrics
Ayy, slide up in the cut
Better knuck, better buck
We don’t duck, bitch, what’s up?
We don’t duck, bitch, what’s up?
I’m a dog, man, I ain’t trained (Yeah, oh)
That shit I’ll take to the grave (What? What?)
That shit I’ll take to the grave (What? What?)
That shit I’ll take to the grave (What? Yeah)
I spray the K ambidextrous
Snatchin’ her necklace while I like [?] off Actavis
Bitch stuffin’ the duffel with bands
Holdin’ the dog like it snatched out your hands
Say say spray, K-K9 lay lay
Every day-day gettin’ paid, never catch fade (What? What?)
Glock and a .22, Glock and a .22 (What? What?)
Niggas wanna Talk, talk sitting there, choo, choo (What? What?)
Little fuckin’ cocaine wanna go, tell ’em, “Let em go”
Russian roulette with a full clip, Glock, no reload
Say what I want, nigga, fuck all your feelings (Ayy, ayy)
I run with that heater, that’s heathens to demons (Ayy, ayy)
You talking, not fightin’, my fists don’t got reasons (Ayy, ayy)
My nigga’s don’t reason, that’s hoes that be speakin’ (Ayy, ayy)
Mula!
Thug life, bitch, had a 2Pac moment (2Pac)
Fresh hold nigga with the Guwop stomach (Guwop)
Spin through your block with the uwop bustin’ (Blaow)
Ran through the east, like, who block runnin’? (Fuck outta here)
[?] smoke all the dirt
Bust out the back like a [?] shirt (Big bags)
Bust a bitch ass, need four more Percs (Slide)
[?] rapper, broke all the [?] (Fuck outta here)
What happened to you? (Blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow)
Laughing at you for havin’ to shoot
Sawed off will take off a fraction of you, lack of the views (MBF)
Mad that your boo blew her back in the coupe
I was 16, sellin’ crack by the school
Needing the cash, or the racks that I blew (Blaow, blaow, blaow)
Look in the mirror, who nicer to you?
Biting my style like Tyson would do
Ayy, slide up in the cut
Better knuck, better buck
We don’t duck, bitch, what’s up?
We don’t duck, bitch, what’s up?
I’m a dog, man, I ain’t trained (Yeah, oh)
That shit I’ll take to the grave (What? What?)
That shit I’ll take to the grave (What? What?)
That shit I’ll take to the grave (What? Yeah)
Boy, fuck you thought?
Nigga, my hands don’t talk
Nigga, my bite don’t bark
Fuck you thought? Nigga, you ain’t no star
You slide up and get lockjaw
I came to the block, I paid for the Glock
Gunshot, gunshot, one time, one time
I paid for the rocks, I stuffed the socks
One sale, one sale, top-notch, top-notch
I run up on nigga, go ape on a nigga
No face, no chase, no trace on a nigga
Black switchblade to the face of a nigga
Never ever will I catch a fade from a nigga
Scum Squad, don’t know y’all
You [?]face, I’ll split y’all
Get pieced up, no Jigsaw
Run up wrong, get hit [?] (Squad)