deathstroke *2018* - heist (nv) lyrics
[intro: heist]
(it’s mjl, ho) ayy
[verse 1: heist & zotiyac]
long live uncle, ’94
he caught a hollow to the throat
never trust a n*gga of these b*tches, on my momma soul
money over everything, i gotta get it on my own
all about the profit, get to plottin’, like, run in yo’ home
uh, uh
[verse 2: zotiyac]
we get to plottin’ and get goin’
run in with a stock on that chrome
and this sh*t kickin’ like soccer on bro
and i put that on jock, if you trip, i’m gon’ blow
uppin’ the smithen, this sh*t for the rolls
sh*t, n*ggas can’t always be broke
ain’t gettin’ sh*t without sellin’ no dope
but i did get this sh*t without sellin’ my soul
he ain’t on sh*t, he know he a poser
post on a block, put that boy on a poster
tottin’ a mop, ain’t no glock, ain’t no holster
if it’s ’bout bread, we pop up like a toaster
double my cup and it slide like a coaster
foe got a b*tch, look like rosa acosta
she suck me up but she still can’t sleep over
boy, i wake up a b*tch on my couch just like opera
[verse 3: hm bando & heist]
ayy, i wake up and hit up the room
got racks in the packs, so you know it
ayy, i stack up the money and go
and hit up [?] just to go blow it
bad b*tches with me, she barely got titties
but holdin’ the glizzy and servin’ the hippies
come in and get me, i’m comin’ with fifty
we come in a jiffy and leave yo’ ass stiffy
hop in the coupe and we makin’ it [?]
b*tch on my d*ck and she see i got older
make her eat it [?] she turn to a loner
choppa beat him up, we don’t need a donor
all of this weed, i turned to a stoner
all of this green, it turned to my odor
ball with my team ’cause n0body get over
stay with the heater, get colder than polar (ayy)
[verse 4: heist]
we got glocks, [?] the property
.40 spittin’, hollows havin’ a harmony
n*ggas poppin’ but they movin’ so akwardly
f*ck her yesterday and now she keep callin’ me
pushin p’s, bust it down to the zip
got the grip, now these hollows gon’ spit
stay inside ’cause that n*gga a snitch
i got a stick for a n*gga who trip
[verse 5: zotiyac]
he said he on it, he look like a f*ck boy
you takin’ somethin’, i wish you good luck, boy
you already know, [?] bust toys
we don’t waste time with this sh*t, we just up, boy
so, [?] me respect, had the upmost
i spray them cutters around on my cutthroat
i put yo’ brother underground with a red rose
come through and gut some sh*t down like i’m deathstroke
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