JET GRiND RADiO lyrics

[Intro: SosMula]
Ewok
Are you ready kids?
Aye aye, Captain
I can't hear you

[Verse 1: SosMula]
(Mula)
I just poured a sixteen in the Sprite, overdose (Po' up)
Cooking bricks, selling bricks of coke and dope (Work)
pus*y rapper always lie, Pinocchio (f*ck outta here)
Mami jump up on this di*k and roller coast (Slide)

[Verse 2: ZillaKami]
I f*ck your b*tch, for a little bit, she be on my di*k (Okay)
Hit a lick, f*ck the sentences, ain't scared to do a bid (Wassup?)
Break your teeth, f*ck your concert, b*tch, I'll skate across the V (Okay)
n*ggas see, that your mixtape isn't sh*t without a Z
Fr1ny on the track

[Verse 3: SosMula]
n*ggas caught me lackin', had the chance, they should've bodied me (Blaow)
Turn this sh*t to [?], it started out a robbery (Gimme that)
f*ck this rap sh*t, I'll take your chain, still catching robberies (Blaow)
Man these n*ggas pus*y, they ain't f*ckin' with me honestly (f*ck outta here)
[Verse 4: ZillaKami]
On my block, you a dub
And I don't pop with dubs
'Round here, you don't get no love
'Cause n*ggas know what's up
Revolver, keep it snub
And keep it in the cut
Turn your clique into dust
Without a f*ckin' fuss

[Chorus: Zillakami]
f*ck life, f*ck love, give stitches (Woah)
And f*ck fame, f*ck hoes, kill n*ggas (Woah)
And get high, touch the sky, Jimi Hendrix (Woah)
And sell crack, sell dope, get richer (Okay, okay)

[Verse 5: SosMula]
I keep the banana clips, you stupid, playin' ape sh*t (Rrah)
We just do bukkake hoodies, we don't do that BAPE sh*t
Take the bricks up out the wrapper, get the hammer, break it (Fish scale)
Whip it in the pot and watch it turn into a space ship (Mula)

[Verse 6: ZillaKami]
Ayy, n*gga, what's up
And gun down when a n*gga try to run up
Them f*ck n*ggas always talkin' with they chin up
Until I break it, leave your boyfriend defenseless
And layin' in the f*ckin' street, b*tch
[Verse 7: SosMula]
I feel like I'm Meechy, Southwest T, shoutout to BMF (BMF)
Me and Kami got them bust down grills, them sh*ts on VVS (Bling)
All this blood be drippin' from my shoes, them Loubs on PMS
Pop up on your block and shoot that sh*t up on a BMX (Rrah)

[Verse 8: ZillaKami]
Dreads and the golds, like I'm ready for a lick (Yeah)
A Benz and a Rolls, ready to take out your b*tch (Yeah)
I'm whipping up the water like tsunami on my wrist (Okay)
I'm whipping out the pot like semi-automatic, RIP (Okay)

[Chorus: Zillakami]
f*ck life, f*ck love, give stitches
And f*ck fame, f*ck hoes, kill n*ggas (Woah)
And get high, touch the sky, Jimi Hendrix (Woah)
And sell crack, sell dope, get richer (Okay, okay)

[Outro: ZillaKami]
Fr1ny on the track
Brr
Yeah