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aint finna argue - zotiyac lyrics

[intro]
huh, ayy, ayy (huh)

[chorus]
ain’t nothin’ i hate more than ho n*ggas
trust me, i ain’t finna argue with no n*gga, huh
walk down yo’ block like gorilla
banana clip go from hot to a cold n*gga (yeah)
.40 hit bone when it blow n*ggas
just like the o’s, he go through ’em and smoke n*ggas (huh)

[verse 1]
p*ssy get hit for the low, n*gga
sh*t be so sad, went from a rich to a broke n*gga (rich to a—, ayy)
while i go from broke to a rich n*gga
call me big 7, i need more than six figures (six, seven)
walk with that sh*t on my hip, n*gga
stay with a mask and them shots like a sick n*gga
every 2k, i’ll hit n*ggas
shot in the eye, now that boy look like rich chigga
huh, all in yo’ crib like a care giver
hair in our face, yeah, the b*tch got a hand trigger
feel like mac dre, not from cali’, big ban, n*gga
don’t try to copy lil’ yac, he a rarе n*gga (b*tch, i’m a rare n*gga)
fit two in one without payin’ n*ggas
don’t evеn know why they try to compare a n*gga (huh)
boy, f*ck all that talkin’, we shred n*ggas
he ain’t no crip, turn a blue to a red n*gga
turn two to a dead n*gga (hey)
ain’t finna go off the sh*t that you sayin’, n*gga
somethin’ like a sh*ll ’til you work for the fed, n*gga
i get in that mode and see red, n*gga
once i hit go, i can’t stop like a sped n*gga
brodie ain’t bled a whole yet, but he bled n*ggas
somethin’ like the sh*t in my pocket, he dead, n*gga
[bridge]
uh, uh (ayy, yeah, ayy)
like the sh*t in my pocket, he dead, ayy (yeah, ayy)

[verse 2]
havin’ that sh*t like a intestine
puttin’ that b*tch to yo’ head, it get embedded
don’t ask me again, ’cause i been said it
burnt hollow tip be the sh*t that he ingested (uh*huh)
i left my gun in the court, but i’ll beat a n*gga ass like def jam vendetta (d*mn)
that boy walk up on me, i don’t know him
don’t say sh*t funny, i don’t got a joke for ’em (mm)
put the lil’ n*gga in post*mortem
i seen the homies just put up a post for him
uh, p*ssy talk sh*t, but don’t show for him
boy, shut the f*ck up, quit typin’, go scope for him
ain’t tryna link, put a hit with a ho for him
b*tch finna come, then i’ll open the door for him, huh

[bridge]
mm*mm*mm*mm
ain’t nothin’ i hate more than ho n*ggas
trust me, i ain’t finna argue with no n*gga
huh, uh, huh, uh

[refrain]
all in yo’ crib like a care giver
hair in our face, yeah, the b*tch got a hand trigger
feel like mac dre, not from cali’, big ban, n*gga
don’t try to copy lil’ yac, he a rare n*gga (b*tch, i’m a rare n*gga)
fit two in one car without payin’ n*ggas
don’t even know why they try to compare a n*gga (huh)
boy, f*ck all that talkin’, we shred n*ggas
he ain’t no crip, turn a blue to a red n*gga
huh, huh, ayy, huh
[chorus]
ain’t nothin’ i hate more than ho n*ggas
trust me, i ain’t finna argue with no n*gga, huh
walk down yo’ block like gorilla
banana clip go from hot to a cold n*gga (yeah)
.40 hit bone when it blow n*ggas
just like the o’s, he go through ’em and smoke n*ggas (huh)

- zotiyac lyrics

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