Sinaloa By ZillaKami Lyrics
Ayy, slide up in the cut
Better knuck, better buck
We don’t duck, ***, what’s up?
We don’t duck, ***, what’s up?
I’m a dog, man, I ain’t trained (Yeah, oh)
That *** I’ll take to the grave (What? What?)
That *** I’ll take to the grave (What? What?)
That *** I’ll take to the grave (What? Yeah)
I spray the K ambidextrous
Snatchin’ her necklace while I like [?] off Actavis
*** 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 ***’ *** wanna go, tell ’em, “Let em go”
Russian roulette with a full clip, Glock, no reload
Say what I want, ***, *** 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 ***’s don’t reason, that’s hoes that be speakin’ (Ayy, ayy)
Mula!
Thug life, ***, had a 2Pac moment (2Pac)
Fresh hold *** with the Guwop stomach (Guwop)
Spin through your block with the uwop bustin’ (Blaow)
Ran through the east, like, who block runnin’? (*** outta here)
[?] smoke all the dirt
Bust out the back like a [?] shirt (Big bags)
Bust a *** ass, need four more Percs (Slide)
[?] rapper, broke all the [?] (*** 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’ *** 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, ***, what’s up?
We don’t duck, ***, what’s up?
I’m a dog, man, I ain’t trained (Yeah, oh)
That *** I’ll take to the grave (What? What?)
That *** I’ll take to the grave (What? What?)
That *** I’ll take to the grave (What? Yeah)
Boy, *** you thought?
***, my hands don’t talk
***, my bite don’t bark
*** you thought? ***, 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 ***, go ape on a ***
No face, no chase, no trace on a ***
Black switchblade to the face of a ***
Never ever will I catch a fade from a ***
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)