They On That b*tch sh*t lyrics
by Z (of Firing Squad)
[Verse 1: Z]
I be chilling by myself when I killed this fool, cause I can't stand people
Everybody get away, that man evil
Nah, I'm just tired of the bullsh*t egos
Fear the Brain, duck away when I want to
Stray it on my thighs, bring the grams of the diesel
Thank Brain for the fam and the easel
Painting of my life with the fam and the people (Brain)
Dissect who I am when the mic on
Bringing better songs while I slap in your Regal
So please excuse me, would you if I don't say I'm like them egos
Run my life on the right, f*ck the five tight
Wanna turn my sideline less they want the I-5
Or the way I'm right chilling in the limelight
Choking on the dime I'm trynna get my mind right
Go
[Bridge: Z]
Someone get me out this b*tch cause I can smell the snakes around me
This alcohol ain't drowning sh*t, just slow me down when hell surround me
f*ck
Fire man, f*ck
[Verse 2: Z]
So this what the heat gon' feel like
Can't trust a motherf*cker in this world
Everybody wanna lie their little ties till they feel right
Damn
I'm good with this pay and my fam
Whether posted at home or eight deep in the van
Flied around the world like we saving the game
Shouts out homie Twisted Insane
Shouts out to the Squad and the Brain
Have my b*tch stuck again, we gon' reign
All the brainiacs know we the game
But why the rest of the world all continue to hate?
[Chorus: Z]
Why they always on that b*tch sh*t, I don't know
Why they always on that b*tch sh*t, I don't know
Why they always on that b*tch sh*t?
Why they always on that b*tch sh*t, I don't know
Why they always on that b*tch sh*t?
Why they always on that b*tch sh*t, I don't know
Why they always on that b*tch sh*t?
Why they always on that b*tch sh*t?
[Outro: Z]
These motherf*ckers'll spend twenty dollars man
On a album that's garbage with no substance
But they mad as f*ck to pay five dollars to get into a show
This is some of the best Z you heard in your life and you pass it up because
You on that b*tch sh*t I guess
I don't know man I'mma keep doing me