20K Freestyle

[Verse: ZOTiYAC]
Aye
Zodiac killer, smoke a nigga to the filters
Speak with no filter, I post all my pictures, no filters
You won't see the face of my killers
You niggas don't hang with no drillers
You get moe guns, It gon' get you more realer
Niggas just act with the stick like bestilla
Run in yo' shit, and then leave with yo' scriller
I'm finna tuck some shit off in my luggage
That even a metal detector can't fuck with
Land in yo' city, strapped up like it's nothing
Kids on her titties, that bitch you been lovin'
The Glizzy on like .50, acting nutty then I'm bustin'
You brother finna die, Put your buddy right above him
Niggas always lyin' 'bout the bitches they be fuckin'
And these bitches always lying 'bout something, bitch
Money don't make me, I make money
Puttin' yo hand out, You won't get shit from me
That nigga stand up this shit gon' get funny
Holes in his shirt, now that nigga lil' bummy
In yo' bitch head like that hoe was a dummy
Pull up with a biscuit, It don't come with honey
Bitch, I got bread and it don't come with onions
Got one extra leg, but this shit ain't for runnin'
Few extra arms on the bitches for dumpin'
If he try to start it, Then he gon' get something
He go retarded, One nigga I'm dumpin'
Foenick with the cannon, Lil' nigga I'm drummin'
Foenem walk up on yo' whip like they bummin'
Fuck that lil' change, Bitch I only want hundreds
Stone cold stunna', the way I be stuntin'
The scope on my shit, The white folks think I'm hunting
That boy don't want it, The shit you can't stomach
He be on the ground tryna pick up his stomach
Fresh bullet wound, So I'm stickin' my thumb in
Alone in the room, Did you just lost yo' woman?
Walkin' a room, and I make that bitch runnin'
She know how I'm coming, That bitch always cumming
Can't keep with no bitch, Now that bitches get punnin'
Shootin' shit up, we pull up to the function
Smokin' on gas in the motherfucking alley
I'm in a vague, But I got this from Cali
Wipa move pounds, and he down in the hills
I told my niggas Zak to pull up in that Audi
On paraphernalia I spend like a thou'y
Don't get no fucks if this gup 'til I'm drowsy
You wanna up, Come run up, I ain't duckin', A bag on yo' head, Go in that hoe, Discussion
No situation, I'm going through public, All disrespect, don't come with repercussions
They call me the reaper whenever I'm tuckin', Soon as he reach, he gon' see ninas bustin'
I call my heater the arm in the oven, I'm finna cook some shit up and then serve it
Look at the wave you've been surfin' on nigga, If I see the jecks, then I'm swervin' on niggas