Zachary Zahara - 1 B!tch 2 B!tch

I count one bitch two bitch three bitch four
Of these pussy bitches wishin'
That my body hit the floor
I count one bitch two bitch three bitch four
yeah I see you motherfuckers
That be praying on my fall
I'll bust five clips six clips seven clips eight
At any stupid motherfucker
Poppin off, Tryna hate
I'll bust five clips six clips seven clips eight
Vlad destroy your favorite rapper
Man it ain't no debate
Blowing up in entertainment is my destiny
Makin music ain't nothing
When you blessed like me
So come on motherfuckers quit testin' me
I'll leave ya layin with a stone sayin' Rest In Piece
Cuz you know Murda just a side quest to me
Maybe that's why labels don't invest in me
Even though they know Vlad got the recipe
Cookin up hot beats like it's my specialty
You want problems bitch pop off
My homie blow yo top off
We rollin' wit' a sawed-off
He'll pull it then POP POP
You fuckin wit da top dawg
Vlad's the one you don't cross
You'll get jumped no Kriss Kross
You want the smoke, you'll get Smaug
The dragon kill yo whole squad
Ya mom ya pops ya poor dog
They 'bouta meat with Charon
So i'ts best that you move on
And stick to makin' pop songs
Just leave this rap to me ya'll
You want no smoke so fuck off
I count one bitch two bitch three bitch four
Of these pussy bitches wishin'
That my body hit the floor
I count one bitch two bitch three bitch four
yeah I see you motherfuckers
That be praying on my fall
I'll bust five clips six clips seven clips eight
At any stupid motherfucker
Poppin off, Tryna hate
I'll bust five clips six clips seven clips eight
Vlad destroy your favorite rapper
Man it ain't no debate
V L A D
You want no beef
My flow is so melodic
You fools wish you could cop it
You fuckers can not stop it
Yo buzz is microscopic, uh
Vlad Go crazy when I step up in the booth
I spit this so vicious, man I think I lost a tooth
I'll have yo crew watching and picking up every move, oo
Then I pick yo bitch up and runnin' off with yo boo
You wankstas think I'm bluffin' but there's nothing you can do, uh
You fuckin with the vision, there's no way that I can lose
You finna run up on me?
Then homie you betta shoot
Cuz if you pull that on me
My furies with come for you
I'll knock you out yo shoes
Then run off with yo jewels
Wanna take my money
Then homie you betta sue
Cuz if you catch me in the streets
You'll see I'm a G
Reppin that Vamp Gang
Until I D I E
I count one bitch two bitch three bitch four
Of these pussy bitches wishin'
That my body hit the floor
I count one bitch two bitch three bitch four
yeah I see you motherfuckers
That be praying on my fall
I'll bust five clips six clips seven clips eight
At any stupid motherfucker
Poppin off, Tryna hate
I'll bust five clips six clips seven clips eight
Vlad destroy your favorite rapper
Man it ain't no debate

Written by:
Zachary Zahara

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