Endure lyrics

[Verse 1: zinoblade]
(You have no heart)
Smoke all that gas (Spread out)
You can't get a pass, y'all need one, I need two
b*tch, flexin' on 'em, I had Jay go take your loot
b*tch we smokin' on his pack, I forgot, it ain't no boof
Pockets fat, b*tch, you lie, shoot out the roof
b*tch, I'm taking out the K, I get so high, you can't relate
Yeah, these broke n*ggas lurkin', tryna eat off my plate
Yeah, you can't be in my circle, put that Glock right to his fade
Talking hot, b*tch, we gon' murk him, hundred racks like eighty-eight
Why you mad? (Uh)
Baby, don't be sad
Ha, five times six, thirty bullets, do the math
Keep a blade, talkin' zino, b*tch, you pull up and get stabbed
Yeah, I know I'm making racks, but why the f*ck would I bе glad?
Yeah, I'm talking all that fame, b*tch, money, ha, b*tch keep it coming
Yеah, hear them racks talkin, yeah, talkin down, I mop 'em (Say cheese)
Big racks thumbing, 'member, b*tch, I came from nothin'
Big ol' G-Lock on my hip, lil' b*tch pull up, I might up it
I f*ck bad ho, McLovin, broke boy, you built like a muppet
I told Gem to stash that fire, it get hotted like a oven

[Verse 2: yuke]
It get hotted like a oven
Got my toolie, know I'm bustin'
You know me and zino strapped up at the f*ckin' function
Please don't try me, n*gga, 'cause these bullets get to dumpin' (You)
Yeah, these bullets get to dumpin', yeah, I walked in with that thirty clip
Walked out of that club, something missing, where my .30 at? (Where's my .30 at?)
Me and zino killed his whole squad, damn, look at that
We don't do no foreigns, n*gga, we pull up in f*ckin' scats
Trigger finger itchin', you would've thought I was straight up off that crack
Me and zino going up, you know that a fact and you mad
Yeah, you sad
You got left behind, you broke
f*ck yo' b*tch in her throat, then I send her back to yours