Zodiac

Its Doms

Pull up in that new whip ya
Guess who's back on his bullshit
Boi Strap on me that full clip
Better hope a nigga don't slip
Gotta a grip on me yo bitch on me
Had to dip my main chick saw me
Not the father said fuck Maury
No apologies because I ain't sorry
Fuck yo zodiac
Where that cognac
Where my homies at
Wheres the hoes
Know the real is back
Ain't No concealin that
Bet they feeling that In they bones
Boss up bet I'm flossed up
Finna Mob on em like Al Capone
Born to slaughter Kill kings and martyrs
Gotta chill fore blood gets on the throne
Dick long kielbasa smoke like Rasta
Race so fast can't catch me I'm my mazda
2 whips only Ride dirty in the Honda
Load up the choppa Kill niggas rwandan
Killionaire that's a genocide
Hop out the whip if you ain't ride or die
Never needed no piece of mind
Dom the illest nigga dead or alive

Ay its jay

Feel the vibe feel alive
Paint the sky pink and white
Fuck the red white and blue
Linkin up with the crew
Hellfyre whatchu finna do

Blued up but I ain't cripping
No ice got yo girl dripping
Hotter than the pot in the kitchen
No pets allowed nigga quit bitching
No holy ghost still do the most
Illest nigga on the coast
No filler only give em quote
I promise you don't want smoke
Y'all niggas toast no butter
Had to hit em with the slow cutter
In the culdesack on my Donald glover
Real nigga word to my mother
Dad ain't shit but a sperm doner
Heart colder than a Arizona
Rolling solo finna fuck a loner
Good fella like I'm ray Liotta
Lil mama won't you come on over
Let a real nigga put it on ya
Burn brighter than a supernova
Young nigga but im feelin older

POOTIE MUNGIS

Flex on another if you mess with my brothers
Make a mess of ya chest and confess to ya mother
We best ain't no other if you test we will smother
Any flame that you think you can bring well recover

Come fuck with me
Got the tool on me
Cause we buck homie
Act a fool and you'll see

Mustard man got busted homie
Double roll the backwoods
Call it custom homie

Lye in awake
I got a text in mind
I can't sleep
Without some texas pine

I'm in deep
Now she a Ex of mine
Cause I like poppin pills
I guess it's ex this time

And I'm Existential
And this instrumental
Got me sentimental
Cause Boi mac was mental

And thosr times are finnished
And this bitch is Finnish
And we fucked in Norway
I was there on business

Ima eat my cake
Cause I went and got it
Sauce Mayne chase
Gotta get the profit

Nah I ain't a prophit
Nah I ain't like jesus
But I'm on the track wit the Boi
So you best believe it