Z6 Supa - To The D

Aye aye aye
Yeah, zone, aye
I'm off something, got my teeth locked, yeah
Up this bitch and scream Ric block, yeah
You survive, you get re-popped
Bullets touch yo bitch and leave her wet, that's her sweet, heh

I'm off something, got my teeth locked, yeah
Up this bitch and scream Ric block, yeah
You survive, you get re-popped
Bullets touch yo bitch and leave her wet, that's her sweet spot
He not playing with you niggas, he get busy
Give your bitch this dick, she come back like my frisbee
He be sending shots, spin his block 'til I'm dizzy
Mickey mouse drum with this chop I'm Walt Disney
Fuck is up, you know what it is, I'm bouta fuck 'em up
Still a jump a nigga if it turn then you get double dutched
Deuce a hit yo stomach, make it look like he got bubble guts
Choppa send yo pussy ass to heaven, that's a upper cut
He say he gone kill me and I heard it thru the grapevine
Apple booty on his bitch, he heard that I got FaceTime
Views from the 6, little bitch, up this Drake high
Catch him while he lacking, heater hit him, leave his face fried
Please don't test a nigga, clip a hundred, I'm gone ace mine
Rob him for his Rollie, post a pic like it take time
Hol' up, pack in, bro just hit my FaceTime
Saved by the bell, treat the zone like it's Bayside
Nigga I be pimpin, I'll slap a bitch like Harpo
Red light on the stick look like I'm tryna scan a barcode
New XD yoppin', clip full, that's a carload
Stick longer than a dread it hold a hundred, call it Marlo
Draky that's his brother, give a fuck if niggas pissed
Straight from Russia and his name start with a K, I call it Kris
I need Nipsey on my hundreds, stacking blues like I'm a crip
Team treat me like Odell, I got linemen who gone blitz
Aye
Can you peep the lingo, bro ran bands up off of dobermans
Why they call him Supa, you don't hear how bitch be going in
Know that nigga dope, I'm talking Bic light with the soda can
Living single so I keep the tooly like I'm Overton
Doctor pimple popper if he bump me den I'm bussin em
8thy in a backwoods swear it look like we be stuffin em
Dirty ass hood but I swear every nigga bubblin
40 gotta twin so dat mean every bullet doublin
Dick all in yo hoe beat from the back I gotta her cussin
Hands like Dove Park but niggaz bitches so I'm clutchin
Gymnast wit dis chop raise yo hands and think I'm tusslin
I'll let bullets flips up out dat summa bitch like Gabby Douglas

Written by:
Edmund Benson

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