Zero (feat. Witchouse 40k & JMattson)

Man down Choppa clean you up like sham-wow Hellhounds Hungry pits inside the dog pound 12 rounds Stand inside the ring get knocked out, Big mouths Talkin all that shit you ain't bout Smokin on that loud it shake the windows call it sonic boom Open up the pit we get to swingin watch us clear the room Dr doom blinded from the sunlight walkin out my tomb Fuck you bitin motha fuckas leave you sweeped dont need a broom Lack of oxygen I dont breathe I dont need that Thinkin that you hard until we pull up change yo mindset Im steady smokin pounds while you struggle for a dime bag Hollow point sent through your head for free dont need a price tag If lifes a game of chance I'll press my luck never gonna fold Eyes rolled back I saw my rest until the knife cuts through my bone I'm a soul of Roanoke meet my gaze and turn to stone Ghost with a cut throat watch the blood run down your walls No russian I'm in the lobby wit a pump bitch, All I needs one shot catch a body when that slug hits, No I never heard of yuh its 1v1 on terminal, Intervention quick scope your fate is irreversible No russian I'm in the lobby wit a pump bitch, All I needs one shot catch a body when that slug hits, No I never heard of yuh its 1v1 on terminal, Intervention quick scope your fate is irreversible Breaking down some bud bitch we out the mud count it up Not too many motherfuckers that I'm down to trust loud as fuck When we walk in you can smell us looking flyer than propellers There ain't shit that you could tell us little bitch Run it up run it up Most these rappers dumb as fuck Double h m you bitch we bout this shit we steady coming up What the fuck what the fuck Excellent we nothing but You gone pass the blunt or what These Haters we gon fuck em up hoe All these motherfuckers on some weak you shit you got me fucked up if you think that I ain't peep it how come all the sudden everyone a bunch of leaches ran off with my style I got more you can keep it bitch You know what the fuck it is 8 grams in the wood you be smoking on them twigs Never smoking mid got gelato in the spliff that's your girl tell me why the fuck she all up on my dick Fall back Suck a dick lil pussy boy You ain't got a .40 takin selfies with a toy hoe Nerf gun thug bro I destroy his ego I feast on yo kinfolk like they were a meal I just copped a deagle my sight on yo hero I'm digging up graves and they calling me zero I look like a rot boy you act like a beagle Your life is so fake like you working at regal Pullin up hit with an uzi knockin em out like I'm selling him roofies I just got blood on my soobies Red bottom walking I'm walkin on rubies She saying use me drape me in Louis I ain't a noobie suckin that dick Takin a groupie making her boujee, now I got Lucy all on my dick Turning your ass into ash like a pyro hollowtips fire breathing call em spyro Fuckin a bitch in the back aye Fuckin a bitch for the bag aye Hittin a lick and I'm calling it quits and I'm cutting a brick that I stash in the whip Indica zip hit me up for the ick and I'm fuckin yo butch with my dick in her ribs Poppin out bitch I walk it out while you on your couch Smoke em out bitch I'm rolling pounds only rolling loud Bulletproof but they fall in down feed em to the crowd Hellhounds running through your town no ain't no bodies found