SINALØA (2016) lyrics

[Chorus: ZillaKami]
Ayy, slide up in the cut
Better knuck, better buck
We don't duck, b*tch, what's up?
We don't duck, b*tch, what's up?
I'm a dog, man, I ain't trained
That sh*t I'll take to the grave
That sh*t I'll take to the grave
That sh*t 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
n*ggas wanna talk, talk sitting there, choo, choo
Little f*ckin' cokehead wanna go, tell him, "Let him go"
Russian Roulette with a full clip, Glock, no reload
Say what I want, n*gga, f*ck all your feelings
I run with that heater, that's heathens to demons
You talking, not fightin', my fists don't got reasons
My n*gga's don't reason, that's hoes that be speakin'
[Verse 2: SosMula]
(Mula!) Thug life, b*tch had a 2Pac moment (2Pac)
Fresh hold n*gga with the Guwop stomach (Guwop)
Spin through your block with the uwop bustin' (Blaow)
Ran through the east, like, who block want it? (f*ck outta here)
Got the b*tch down and I smoke all the dirt
Bust out the back like a hole poker shirt (Big bags)
Bust your b*tch ass, need more and more Percs (Slide)
Your favorite rapper a broke, hold his dirt (f*ck 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, b*tch, what's up?
We don't duck, b*tch, what's up?
I'm a dog, man, I ain't trained
That sh*t I'll take to the grave
That sh*t I'll take to the grave
That sh*t I'll take to the grave
[Verse 3: 6ix9ine]
Boy, f*ck you thought?
n*gga, my hands don't talk
n*gga, my bite don't bark (Brrt)
f*ck you thought? n*gga, 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 n*gga, go ape on a n*gga
No face, no trace, no case on a n*gga
Black switchblade to the face of a n*gga
Never ever will I catch a fade from a n*gga
Sc*m 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!)