Letra Zip guns Roc Marciano

Zip guns

We gon' wait right here for these bitch ass niggas (Uh-huh, yeah)
I don't give a fuck if it takes all night (Uh)
Bring the drums in, Al
Uh, let's go (Yeah)

After this chain?of?events,?where your chain?went? (Where it?went?)
Gotta watch the ladies you layin' with (Layin' with, what)
A nigga been had flavor, kid, but I ain't a lick
Taste this shit, it ain't no cake mix (This ain't no cake mix)
They say this biz' is a snake pit, keep what you can't escape with
You can't be afraid to get bit (Sssss)
I stayed in the mix, it ain't in my nature to shapeshift
The trainers is alligator skin (Alligator skin)
Huh (Alright, alright, check this out)
I'm in the Maybach (Yep) they tryin to stab me in my back (Ugh)
You alr?ady know where my mind at (Wher? it at?)
Drive-bys in the Pontiac, body snatched
For the same price it costs wifey to get her body snatched (Woo)
Pistol whip you for shits and giggles, knock the jib loose
Leave you without a tooth to nibble (Uh)
No food, only soup on the menu
For the evil that men do, how does that go?
My dude on the roof, he ain't bring a fiddle (Uh-uh)
The Feds might've bugged the rental, we speak in riddles
Left your vehicle riddled (Blat, blat)
Your femur break easy as peanut brittle (Woo)
We got away clean as a whistle (Clean as a whistle)
I walked off and whistled
Blow a kiss at your miss at the vigil, I'm a cruel individual (Uh)

All my niggas sliders, leanin' like they got that drank inside us
On that demon time like them Peaky Blinders
We the gospel, word to BeBe and CeCe Winans
I'm OGs drippin' in designer
Movin' bricks of that China, from NYC down to Carolina
This the Major Leagues, not the Minors
Army Fatigues with the nine inside the army lining
Stop that serpent from shining
We took his head, it was all perfect timing
The sun and moon, the stars was in alignment
We cleaned 'em up and that's power refinement, yo
He ran off with the work that he got on consignment
Now, now Boogie Down Bronx (Word son)
I need everyone cooperation right about this time
He ran off with the work that he got on consignment
We set the temperature and the climate
Called up my shooter, gave him the assignment
"Yo, soon as you see that nigga, wet him like a water hydrant"
Yo, I got young shooters like Kobe Bryant
For niggas acting defiant, it's all math and science, yo
Don't get chalked, nigga, tryin' to line us
Now you're fuckin' 'round with New York's finest
Lives get lost behind these blood diamonds
We mob bosses so pay homage
In broad day, we gon' spray llamas
I'm in that cave with that K like Osama
Cheffin up that yay every day, tryna stack dollars
Pirates