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letra de uzi - zeeyt

[intro]
it’s understood, it ain’t gotta be said
you see it (see it in my motherf-cking face, uniqvile)

[verse]
b-tch this bag stack so tall i think i might call it bol (bol)
if we get into it ain’t gon’ p-ssy out like i’m cole (b-tch)
i think we might be in a movie the way we shoot no reload (grrr)
i don’t even f-cking know you n-gga, why you sayin there’s a code? (baow)
b-tch this is zeeyt and uniqvile wtf you know ’bout that? (see it in my motherf-cking face, uniqvile)
i’ve been carrying myself for so long that its starting to hurt my back (back, tsyeah, back)
b-tch this is zeeyt and uniqvile what the f-ck you know ’bout that? (bro what the f-ck?)
i’ve done too much with that b-tch i had to get rid of my mac (mac, mac)
and these streets so hot i still wear an ushanka while i’m strapped up (tsyeah)
this not a threat just saying don’t mention us if you ever act up (hoe)
’cause you know that in this world ain’t no saving ain’t no back up (nah)
and if you do the wrong moves just like fedex b-tch you get packed up
b-tch and should n0body ever f-cking try me (tsyeah, see it in my motherf-cking face, uniqvile)
it’s still on sight for some p-ssies, they still too lame to have beef (b-tch)
i see the way they be throwing up them random signs on ig (all up on ig)
they got me feeling like my soundcloud that means i’m dead lil b-tch (man i’m dead)

[chorus]
blowing all this guap because i’ll make it back quick (tsyeah, tsyeah)
i be treating all these b-tches like they ain’t really worth sh-t (they really ain’t sh-t)
when we get a couple millis swear that sh-t is gon’ be lit (lit, lit)
they say they also in love with cheese i’ll turn you into a swedish b-tch (buh-buh-buh)
i got 2 cup on my sides, you know ain’t sharing my drink (4s)
d-mn i’ve had this cough for so long the doctor won’t check on me
and i’ve smoked these blunts for so long but like snoop ain’t gon’ quit
i treat this beat just like a marathon the way i run it b-tch (the way i run it b-tch)
[verse]
dumbass tryna diss me saying that he don’t know me (f-ck?)
pop up to his crib let couple shots off like ginóbili (buh)
he think he don’t got beef with me, he got it with my homie (nah, you got it with me too)
and when we catch his ass he is gonna be 6ft below me (shh)
yeah n-gga better stop playing with me ’cause my money long (uzi, see it in my motherf-cking face, uniqvile)
d-mn yo b-tch sitting on my dms i’ma go f-ck in her throat
after that sh-t i gotta leave ’cause she a hoe on the low (hoe)
i think she actually may be a b-tch ’cause she only wanting my bone (yeah)
but you know what? lil n-gga f-ck that (yeah, yeah)
you get it to it and you get whacked (yeah, yeah)
and f-ck the hands b-tch you ain’t getting smacked (tsyeah, yeah)
these hollows chase you with no relax (tsyeah, yeah)
then you get smoked ain’t talm ’bout wax (tsyeah, tsyeah)
i only smoke on that good ass gas (tsyeah, tsyeah)
man i stay on my sh-t like my name was das (tsyeah, tsyeah)
and for the bag i’ma do the dash (tsyeah, tsyeah)
couple n-ggas don’t like me, i don’t like ’em back (tsyeah, tsyeah, tsyeah)
’cause me and my homies getting all them racks tsyeah (tsyeah, tsyeah)
but like how many times i gotta say that these n-ggas really on sh-t (tsyeah, tsyeah, tsyeah, tsyeah, tsyeah)
and this flow really like a uzi that way that motherf-cker shoots so quick (tsyeah, tsyeah, tsyeah, tsyeah, tsyeah)
i’m not just a pirate stealing beats, i let that cannon spit (tsyeah, tsyeah, tsyeah, tsyeah, b-tch, b-tch)

- zeeyt

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