Zika!

Coming from the mud to a motherfucking garbage can

Choppa with a scope got me feeling like the Taliban

Turn 'em to a ghost, like it's motherfuking Pacman

Cutting on some dope and smoking on some Pakistan

Always got a mask and I always leave your pockets broke

I ain't ever ask, shawty always wanna top me though

I ain't giver her cash, if she want it I'ma block a hoe

I ain't ever cap, hitchu wita blicka blocka smoke

Blicka blocka knockin with the choppa on your coffin door

I ain't kill him, I just hit him up and left his collar broke

I ain't finish, I just got the addy I'ma hollow you

I got your bitches number, I never finna call her tho

From da gutter, now I'm moving like I'm undercover

Jacket on my body, hiding everything that's under

Shawty met me now she wanna be my lover

I ain't love her but told that bish, I'm down to go and fuck her

Take ya mother soul, fitty in the clip it at your brudduh soul

He ain't really about it broker his poker face he fucking fold

Fuck 'em though, I ain't need a hunnid need hunnid more

Vamanos, now I'm shipping in I got some money dough

Fuck a hoe, I'ma fly my shawty in from Mexico

Hella dope, only smoking gasoline like Texaco

Medical, I'ma turn a rapper into a vegetable

I'm never eating bullets, only faygo mixed with hella smoke

Pulling right up and I'm putting hunnid

Round drum, it gon' plug up your whip

Pulling right up and I'm putting a hunnid

Round glizzy it shooting and fuck up your faith

Bullet gon' hit 'em, I swear I ain't miss 'em

Or missing my mark, it gon' hollow to ribs

I got a hunnid on me and the glizzy on me

And I buying the morgue like a witch, lil' bitch

Yeah, yeah, yeah, she ain't a ten but I swear that she fuckable, ha