Zayy Marcel - Durkio Mode Pt. II
Real niggas wassup?
It's Zayy
It's Zayy
It's Zayy
Gotta stay low key, when you out on missions
Better watch yo head, pussy mind yo business (Yeah)
Trackphone jumpin', ain't got no minutes (Yeah)
Better come correct, when you dial them digits (Yeah, yeah)
Some niggas get caught, 'cause they lack that pivot
Murder on my mind when I step in that mitten
Black, black on the black, in the night, go missing
Heart torn out, I ain't got no feelings
Mixing light with the dark, we ain't got no limits
Cartier frames, ima tint my lenses
Diamonds dance like Chris, fat racks like Griffin
Know I run through hoes, but I dodge them children
Tell 'em watch these hoes, gotta watch intentions
Told my youngin' pipe down, but that nigga don't listen
'Cause niggas be the feds, but I ain't gone mention
How you gone bump heads and then end up snitching?
How you roll with the gang then end up switching?
Gotta watch yo mans, 'cause he ain't no different
Ball too hard, can't call this scrimmage
Fuck four hoes, tryna turn me to a stripper
Leaning out, so high, ghost ride on Spirits (Yeah)
Deuce-deuce blow, on God they fear us
Need at least five racks, 'fore you sign my appearance
Feed the beast all cash, we can bind our lyrics
'Cause I know
This is a long road I'm on
This shit go on for miles
This ain't the path I'll die on
Was taught to fake a smile
I'll get it all on my own
I'll carry weight like Hi-Lo's
They talk like they can't die though
Was trained to blow like Pyros
Oh-oh-oh-oh
I gotta raise the roof for all the niggas in the trenches, know this shit is real
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Yeah this is how it feel (How it feel)
Yeah, yeah this is how it feel
Book his ass, I wish he would come (Nigga this is how it feel)
Fear no man, I wish I would run (Nigga this is how it feel)
Seen him out, he still ain't do nun (Bitch that boy pussy)
60 round make yo whole crew run (Yeah, yeah)
I love that smoke and I love that action
I don't run from shit but the damn police
Can't tell me shit, hoe call yo Lyft, my line stay hot serving brand new fiends
My pockets stuffed, ima run it up, "nigga what's that smell?" That's all blue cheese
I love that paper, that shit come wrapped in a nice lil stack, but it's not loose leaf
I do shit big, Notorious
Rely on that clip, we Warriors
Revenge with the stick, it's glorious
Bring a new bitch, she boring us
If she sucking my dick, I'm recording it
If she throwing a fit, I'm ignoring it
My kidneys still shit and I'm pouring it
I'm finna drop crib, now I'm touring it
When you touch on that pape, you a target
Them niggas gone hate you regardless
Them niggas gone snake you regardless
Life on that road be the darkest
The life of a soldier be hardest
Hella rounds fucked up her bonnet
All these niggas gone feel me, I'm paving the way, lil nigga I'm more than an artist
Oh-oh-oh-oh
I gotta raise the roof for all the niggas in the trenches, know this shit is real
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Yeah this is how it feel
Yeah, yeah this is how it feel
What?
Huh?
Zayy, aye
Zayy, aye
Zayy, aye
It's Zayy (Uh what?)
It's Zayy (Huh?)
It's Zayy (Aye, yeah)
It's Zayy (Uh)
Written by:
Durk Banks, Iziah Brown
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