Spazz MG - Zeus Tattoo

All this talk about killing and murder ain't never been into that
I keep away from the chitter chitter
She use her hand like it's pitty pat
I can't be breaking up bread with a rat
I hit the rail with a pack
I had to Zelle for the wax
Nigga could tell when it's that
I was sleep cuddling straps
I took a nap with the Mac
That rat tat tat
Nigga can't slatt how I slatt
Zeusy with me got him tattooed
My step on Luka, no euro
You sweet then a churro
This heat with me Robert Dinero
I been Watts Baby since aero
It's up like a arrow
I need a tech with a air hose
Niggas been moving like weirdos
I don't really care though
I keep it true to the marrow
You could get wrapped like a pharaoh
I'm terrible, why did I do what I did
I'm trying to take out a rib
I'm trying to orphan your kids
Niggas can't live in them cells
I could shoot I could fight
I shot the fade and gave Forty my knife
Beat that gang ticket they reading my kites
Don't ask me no question just read me my rights
Never could make up a cheese I would bite
He in a pool trying to fight for his life
Cancer on sight
He a creep in the night
Got a thing thing for your wife
She receiving the pipe
TD I'm throwing it deep
Me we we no like no teeth
No TD's that shit jus ain't me
Stop DM me talking bout kicking a piece lil nigga
Please get the fuck off my beef lil nigga
I'm trying to dimple a cheek lil nigga
Swiss cheese me a nigga
She needing a nigga
Like fiending my nigga, like
All the dick riders be sucking the wave
Y'all sounding the same
Like why do you boys got a name
I'm trying to catch me a brain
At least a lil leg, I want to give em a cane
Niggas be moving like Kane
Think they Moneè
I don't want no more pain
I think you Drew, if I drew then I blew and that's stamped
I'm in the loop with the blappers
You in a group full of cappers
Beefing about her like that even matter
It's up like a ladder
She reach in my pants and she turn to a batter
It's up like a ladder
She turn to a
Free my dog he got committed for a violent crime
If he did it, he ain't did shit, that's the bottom line
I could smell it in they spirit like that number nine
He six feet lower about a bar that's a under line
They undermine, a lot of murders in the summer time
He one of mine then he solid
Hold on all his dimes
Expecting real from everybody you gone lose ya mind
Broski told me just be patient rushing come with time
Shout out Major nigga, this shit Major

Written by:
Stephan Banks

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