SINALØA (2016)

[Chorus: ZillaKami]

Ayy, slide up in the cut

Better knuck, better buck

We don't duck, bitch, what's up?

We don't duck, bitch, what's up?

I'm a dog, man, I ain't trained

That shit I'll take to the grave

That shit I'll take to the grave

That shit I'll take to the grave

[Verse 1: ZillaKami]

I spray the K ambidextrous

Snatchin' her necklace, wildin' like bogies off Actavis

Banned, stuffin' the duffel with bands

Holdin' the dog, it get snatched out your hands

Say say, spray K, K-Nay lay lay

Every day-day gettin' paid, never catch fade

Glock and a .22, Glock and a .22

Niggas wanna talk, talk sitting there, choo, choo

Little fuckin' cokehead wanna go, tell him, "Let him go"

Russian Roulette with a full clip, Glock, no reload

Say what I want, nigga, fuck all your feelings

I run with that heater, that's heathens to demons

You talking, not fightin', my fists don't got reasons

My nigga's don't reason, that's hoes that be speakin'

[Verse 2: SosMula]

(Mula!) Thug life, bitch had a 2Pac moment (2Pac)

Fresh hold nigga with the Guwop stomach (Guwop)

Spin through your block with the uwop bustin' (Blaow)

Ran through the east, like, who block want it? (Fuck outta here)

Got the bitch down and I smoke all the dirt

Bust out the back like a hole poker shirt (Big bags)

Bust your bitch ass, need more and more Percs (Slide)

Your favorite rapper a broke, hold his dirt (Fuck outta here)

What happened to you? (Blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow)

Laughing at you for havin' to shoot

Sawed off will take off a fraction of you, Mac Baller views (MBF)

Mad that your boo blew her back in the coupe (Slide)

I was 16, sellin' crack by the school

Million in cash, all the racks that I blew (Mula!)

Look in the mirror, who nicer to you?

Biting my style like Tyson would do (Mula!)

[Chorus: ZillaKami]

Ayy, slide up in the cut

Better knuck, better buck

We don't duck, bitch, what's up?

We don't duck, bitch, what's up?

I'm a dog, man, I ain't trained

That shit I'll take to the grave

That shit I'll take to the grave

That shit I'll take to the grave

[Verse 3: 6ix9ine]

Boy, fuck you thought?

Nigga, my hands don't talk

Nigga, my bite don't bark (Brrt)

Fuck you thought? Nigga, you ain't no star

You slide up and get lockjaw

I paid for the Glock then I came to the block

Gunshot, gunshot, one time, one time

I paid for the rocks, I stuffed in the socks

One sale, one sale, top-notch, top-notch

I run up on nigga, go ape on a nigga

No face, no trace, no case on a nigga

Black switchblade to the face of a nigga

Never ever will I catch a fade from a nigga

Scum Squad, don't know y'all

You scu face, I'll split y'all

Get pieced up, no Jigsaw

Run up wrong, get hit torn (Squad!)