KirbLaGoop
Zubat
[Intro: KirbLaGoop]
Really in the field, I ain't worried about doing no shows
Cause I feel like I get more money off of selling stoves
Really in the field, I ain't worried about doing no shows
Cause I feel like I get more money off of selling stoves
Really in the field, I ain't worried about doing no shows
Cause I feel like I get more money off of selling stoves
Certified street killa, and all my cuh gorillas
A1 with the aim, they'll take out your brain, but it's skrilla
(Stop that, bring it back, this shit is hot)
(Don't worry about what the fuck he be doing, it's DJ Smokey)

[Chorus: CHXPO]
Bitch I'm hanging in thе trenches like a Zubat
I got somе new shooters and I got some new straps
No new friends, you already knew that
I got a new plug and I got a new trap
Your n***a just got whacked, that's a newsflash
Bitch I'm hanging in the trenches like a Zubat
Freeze tag, icy n***a, get a toe tag
Bitch I'm creeping in the dark like a Zubat
No peasants with that, cause I shoot that
Cause I'm hanging in the trenches like a Zubat
I got some new shooters and I got some new straps
Bitch I'm creeping in the dark like a Zubat
No new friends, you already knew that
I come out at dark like a Zubat
Your n***a just got whacked, that's a newsflash
Bitch I'm hanging in the trenches like a Zubat
[Verse 1: CHXPO]
Fly shit, I be flying like a Zubat
Nobody wanna bitch Nina, cause the bitch too fat
Fuck a head shot, bitch I shoot where your tooth at
Riding in a Bentley Coupe, they like where the roof at
N***a are you a boss too, well too sad
Finna kick your door, ask my bitch where my booze at
Booted up off the molly, tripping like a Zubat
My bitch wear the pretty slim fit with her cute ass
Flexing like he wanna be him, he don't wanna do that
N***a we the real ones but you already knew that
I like to shoot back, I'm off two Xans
Put a half a gram of some molly in the Sprite can
I like to shoot back, I'm off two Xans
Put a half a gram of some molly in the Sprite can
Too fucked up, damn, we gon' call his hype man
Try to run up on us, man I swear you gonna die man
I got Freebandz, bitch you know I got my own bands
Wanna be the boss man, cut off your right hand
Haters cut off his hand just to have my hand
Better play broke if you chilling with a broke boy
Dumb n***as, bitch boys, they don't make no noise
She a fuck girl cause she fuck with a fuck boy
I don't really know, big CHXPO with band boys
Bloody Boys make these fuck boys into fanboys
Ten bands trapping flip phone and Android
After I stack this bread fare, we got asteroids
We the n***as to avoid
We selling that girl and that boy
He don't know, I ain't paranoid, if them boys come to get me
Then they come to get me, if we don't get rich then we rocking the city
Choppa priceless, toting choppas like ISIS
Then drop a new form with no license
N***as biting, Mike Tyson, I'm shining like lightning
[Chorus: CHXPO]
Hanging in the trenches like a Zubat
I got some new shooters and I got some new straps
No new friends, you already knew that
I got a new plug and I got a new trap
Your n***a just got whacked, that's a newsflash
Bitch I'm hanging in the trenches like a Zubat
Freeze tag, icy n***a, get a toe tag
Bitch I'm hanging in the trenches like a Zubat
Love pictures with her dad cause I shoot that
Bitch I'm hanging in the trenches like a Zubat
I got some new shooters and I got some new straps
Bitch I'm creeping in the dark like a Zubat
No new friends, you already knew that
I come out at dark like a Zubat
Your n***a just got whacked, that's a newsflash
Bitch I'm hanging in the trenches like a Zubat

[Verse 2: KirbLaGoop]
Bitch I'm posted in the tree like a Zubat
Brand new stoppa, know I'm finna shoot that
They like who that, but they know
Big Kirb four fifth through the door
Kick a door, motherfucker where the keys at
Where the cheese at, P's at, I need that
Down south, bitch we booming that H Mobb
Selling your hoe pussy my day job
Think it's sweet, lil bitch, get your ass robbed
Let em' play for keeps everyday I'm off
Re-rock, bottle's P with Yay
Remix it and bake the cake
I flip, I flip, I flip
I lick, I lick, I lick
If I ain't in the kitchen, I'm out on the attack bitch
Really in the field, I ain't worried about doing no shows
Cause I feel like I get more money off of selling stoves
Certified street killa, and all my cuh gorillas
A1 with the aim, they'll take out your brain, but it's skrilla
You ain't never trap or shoot the strap, yo ass is rap
You a pussy ass jit, just a lil ol' bitch wanting to get clapped
What you into, I ain't into, I ain't one your kind
I got bitches snorting lines, selling twat and pies
Pulling crimes, you know I'm on the scheme
CHXPO clean the scene, fresh and good with the beam
Zubat, who that with the mack, take your chain back you won't get it back
Now how much you gon' pay me for your chain back
Bitch I'm posted up in the trenches like a Zubat
With a brand new choppa, watch the bitch clap
Talk down on 900 get your ass whacked
I don't sell dreams, bitch I sell crack
[Refrain: KirbLaGoop]
Bitch I'm posted up in the trenches like a Zubat
With a brand new choppa, watch the bitch clap
Talk down on 900 get your ass whacked
I don't sell dreams, bitch I sell crack
Bitch I'm posted up in the trenches like a Zubat
With a brand new choppa, watch the bitch clap
Talk down on 900 get your ass whacked
I don't sell dreams, bitch I sell crack
(DJ Smokey)