Touch It (Remix)

[Intro: Zotiyac]
Gang
Ayy

[Verse 1: Zotiyac & Heist]
Why the fuck would I bust a rhyme? I'd rather bust the nine
I'd rather bust on a MILF 'cause I love the moms
Ice on me, touch it get killed, if you wanna try
Walking with a big drum, beat you like a trumpet
Homie better get 'cause we with all that fuck shit
Pop 'em so he can't run
Fuck to all that gossip
Blow me then you kissed her
Forty on me, by my side homie
Hit 'em then he cried duckin' 'cause I drive-by
Pussy, he got nine lives
Catch 'em in his driveway, foenem finna walk by
Potato on the barrel 'cause the nigga was a small fry

[Verse 2: Heist & Zotiyac]
Words picking the soul
It hurts living, a curb his host
Kicking it, kill shit, not feeling it
Popping these pills, tweaking I'm off one
Imagine the top gun, no mag' or a full drum, I'm blowing shit
Holdin' shit, it's manufactured to fracture the lower rib
Blood gettin' cold as bollotin' frozen the ocean floor
Soak up horror token the motion, I'm slidin' overboard
Show you war, but I'll be the one debt 'cause I owe you more

[Verse 3: Heist & Zotiyac]
Speaking with my demons, don't need a part of a Ouiji board
Keep the score floating on yo' bitch like I'm a hoverboard
She a whore, wanna get some condoms from the liquor store
Got a sore, nigga wanna pop then he gettin' sored
I'm inhuman, end of the conclusion
Intrudin' get you a contusion
Inducing, uncontrollable body movement
Shotty shootin' out top of the roof, do not be stupid
'Cause we dispose of the bodies the way the Nazi's do it
And fuck a suicide mission, the Kamikazes do it
The Maserati outside, I pop you, and hop into it
They not assumin' I did it 'cause I'on gotta do it

[Verse 4: Heist & Zotiyac]
The flock of murder nobody really could fuck with
Open up your eyes, I been adapted to the function
Yes I bring the ruckus, move with all that fuck shit
Nigga grab the heater like the Amish I'ma shun shit
Ayy, “Swiper, no swiper”
They say, “Zoti' don't shoot me”
Nigga tried to run up, but he slipped like a roofie
Slidin' with the ruger, and I slid it in his coofie
XD, movie clip, niggas be too goofy
And maybe you could really see it expressing my demons
Dropped the ho off 'cause I filled it up with semen
No, I do not mean it
Show the love and greet it
Yeah, I get it on, yeah she looking George, Regina

[Verse 5: Zotiyac & Heist]
Needles and pins, you receiving a evil descent
Leak from within' when I squeeze .223 at yo' chin
You screamin' again 'cause you deep in yo' thinkin' again
Treatment was minimal, criminal he gon' blood wit' his men, fuck
Duck, grab the pump in from the trunk
Yeah, we grab that pussy nigga feelin' outta luck
Yeah, he feel the region
He the legion for the gun
Shootin' at the opps
Yeah, that pussy bleedin' when he run
I been through a lot of shit, honestly can say that bitches only good to swallow dick
You get to tweakin' in my inbox, get unfollowed bitch
Whip the D-E, it get pulled I'ma throttle shit
Carpool wit' yo' kids drivin' off a cliff
Ditch that shit last minute then I disregard the shit

[Verse 6: Heist & Zotiyac]
Wit' the heater, Fast Five, Paul Walker shi'
Shell case, bullet hole
Yeah, it's goin through yo' shit
See a dead body
Here's Johnny 'bout to stomp a bitch
Yeah, I'm feelin top notch
Slip a pill I'm feelin' it
Ayy, I'm lettin' the Glock hit
I ride on my Pac shit
Boy he don't pop sticks, he just make pop hits
Picture the last days, imagine the pandemonium
I'll be the only one standing up with no podium
Loading up like sodium, scoping outta the stadium
I get active like radium, he get flipped like gymnasium
You thought you was the crazy one
Nigga more like the Brady Bunch
I hop out wit' a crazy gun, this shit holding like eighty some
Now they all like "Damn son, where you get that from?"
You think you the man huh?
Boy put down that gun