Zotiyac
11:11 Freestyle
[Verse 1]
My strap lighting strike and it's gon' fight like Mighty Morphin, ayy
Naked wife you skyping, if I pipe, it's an abortion, ayy
Call of Duty knife in my ballistic with the fucking blade
You told her you tryna hit it raw, she said it's not okay
RIP myself, on my last breath I'll rest in hell
I inhale all these toxins
Bitch, you toxic, I can tell
I don't rock with you L, sucker ass n***as tell
Look at my belt, got bullets on that
Run up like you real, then I'm pulling on that, ayy
Everybody talking 'bouta motherfuckin' list, ayy
But I ain't got no competition, n***as ain't know shit
Cannot be compared to any panties, bitch, do splits
Ayy, I cut they fucking tongues off and replace it with my dick

[Verse 2]
Please kill me, don't gotta still be
I'd rather stillbirth, 'cause that's the real me
A motherfucking corpse, but on a killspree
I fill the lil' bitch with kush, she come and feel me, ayy
Fuck what you reporting, my lil' mama think I'm gorgeous, ayy
I am by your doorhinge with that pistol, it's imported, ayy
Fuck up these recordings 'til a n***a on the Forbes list, ayy
Keep on talking 'bout shit I ain't got 'til I afford it, ayy
Ayy, I break that lil' door with no grinder
You n***as get fold like a binder
Your bitch wanna fuck a lil' minor
I told her when I turn 18, I'ma find her
That ho got led like a spider
A Chun-Li she kicking that shit like Street Fighter
Run up on me, I'ma fire
Get wet the fuck up tryna run through my lighter