Zika!

Coming from the mud to a motherfucking garbage can Choppa with a scope got me feeling like the Taliban Turn 'em to a ghost, like it's motherfuking Pacman Cutting on some dope and smoking on some Pakistan Always got a mask and I always leave your pockets broke I ain't ever ask, shawty always wanna top me though I ain't giver her cash, if she want it I'ma block a hoe I ain't ever cap, hitchu wita blicka blocka smoke Blicka blocka knockin with the choppa on your coffin door I ain't kill him, I just hit him up and left his collar broke I ain't finish, I just got the addy I'ma hollow you I got your bitches number, I never finna call her tho From da gutter, now I'm moving like I'm undercover Jacket on my body, hiding everything that's under Shawty met me now she wanna be my lover I ain't love her but told that bish, I'm down to go and fuck her Take ya mother soul, fitty in the clip it at your brudduh soul He ain't really about it broker his poker face he fucking fold Fuck 'em though, I ain't need a hunnid need hunnid more Vamanos, now I'm shipping in I got some money dough Fuck a hoe, I'ma fly my shawty in from Mexico Hella dope, only smoking gasoline like Texaco Medical, I'ma turn a rapper into a vegetable I'm never eating bullets, only faygo mixed with hella smoke Pulling right up and I'm putting hunnid Round drum, it gon' plug up your whip Pulling right up and I'm putting a hunnid Round glizzy it shooting and fuck up your faith Bullet gon' hit 'em, I swear I ain't miss 'em Or missing my mark, it gon' hollow to ribs I got a hunnid on me and the glizzy on me And I buying the morgue like a witch, lil' bitch Yeah, yeah, yeah, she ain't a ten but I swear that she fuckable, ha