Night of the Living Dead

Lyrics

Tga! YT Obixo47 nigga And I got my slime with me bitch Slime slime slime! Uh! (Chorus 1: 23) She fuck with the slime so she tryna get picked up Im ridin around, i got a stick tucked A nigga be mad and he claim he gon hit us that nigga pussy no he ain't no hitta YT Obixo47 nigga He mad he broke and his bitch a gold digger Throw her the bag she gon fuck on a nigga My bitch a rider she pulling the trigger He a school boy, my niggas killers He think he hard, he a caterpiller He don't got no stripes, nigga not Tigger That nigga telling, that nigga snitchin Yea he snitched how he got outta prison Walk with the Glock swear to God i won't miss em And a nigga play turn his momma to a victim Run up in the house and the Glock gon evict em Bow! bow bow bow bow bow! Skrrtt, Bow! Bow! B-bow! YT Obixo47 nigga (Verse 1: 23) Lil bro brazy, lil bro slide with .380s, damn nigga ever try and play me Hit his ass now his ass lazy, got the nigga head dripping out gravy And a nigga bang blood im a East Side baby And im on the block im a Obixo baby (This shit sound crazy...) And im on the block and im totin a 50 Slide on your block and get hit with a 50 Me and my niggas we shooters get busy You not no shooter this shit gon get trippy Water be on us this shit can get sticky I ain't no Blixky but im totin a blicky You gotta check in when you come to my city It ain't that hard nigga come get up with me, Gang! (Chorus 2: 23) She fuck with the slime so she tryna get picked up Im ridin round, i got a stick tucked A nigga be mad and he claim he gon hit us that nigga pussy no he ain't no hitta YT Obixo47 nigga He mad he broke and his bitch a gold digger Throw her the bag she gon fuck on a nigga My bitch a rider she pulling the trigger He a school boy, my niggas killers He think he hard, he a caterpiller He don't got no stripes, nigga not Tigger That nigga telling, that nigga snitchin Yea he snitched how he got outta prison Walk with the Glock, swear to God i won't miss em And a nigga play turn his momma to a victim Run up in the house and the Glock gon evict em (Verse 2: Lil NZA) We bend through your block tell your gang come and get em I bend with that Glock now that lil boy go missing Lift my fist, slap that bitch ass lil boy if he flinching And im back in the triddida counting these digits And you can't sip my drink, all this drank i been sipping And this glick on my hip only reason im limping Talk to Pablo, he talk to my birds flipping pigeons Im the shooter all black pull up where you reside now I got goons bendin all on your block better hide now Escalated so bitch ass lil boy I won't fight now Its a cut full of shooters so bitch its a ride out Running all in your trap imma shoot you gon die now (Chorus 3: 23) She fuck with the slime so she tryna get picked up Im ridin round, i got a stick tucked A nigga be mad and he claim he gon hit us, that nigga pussy no he ain't no hitta YT Obixo47 nigga He mad he broke and his bitch a gold digger Throw her the bag she gon fuck on a nigga My bitch a rider she pulling the trigger He a school boy, my niggas killers He think he hard, he a caterpiller He don't got no stripes, nigga not Tigger That nigga telling, that nigga snitchin Yea he snitched how he got outta prison Walk with the Glock swear to god i won't miss em And a nigga play turn his momma to a victim Run up in the house and the Glock gon evict em (Verse 3: Dee Aura) Takin the drip, ain't still pay attention Shoot at the car, can't start the ignition Walk with a Glock big 03 im vicious I slide on your block, make sure there's no witness I got a bitch on Ross she with it Consumers like hats, them shits be fitted Bussin a play right up in the trenches Smokin on Runtz this shit got me lifted You got a Glock but you not a killer My diamonds be dancing they doin a triller The red dot jacket like MJ Thriller The money come fast but i need it quicker Kickin a door, robbin them people I got more bands so we not equal Juggin, finessing this shit got a sequel Off of them perks i look so evil Broke ass niggas swear I wouldn't wanna be you I got on some Cartier's i still can't see you Juggin, finessing im slimming them people Im smokin a P while i got a pistol Fuck all the opps and who be with you Slimin his nose, get him a tissue Beatin my case that shit a dismissal Never could miss, a scope on my pistol (Chorus 4: 23) She fuck with the slime so she tryna get picked up Im ridin around, i got a stick tucked A nigga be mad and he claim he gon hit us that nigga pussy no he ain't no hitta YT Obixo47 nigga He mad he broke and his bitch a gold digger Throw her the bag she gon fuck on a nigga My bitch a rider she pulling the trigger He a school boy, my niggas killers He think he hard, he a caterpiller He don't got no stripes, nigga not Tigger That nigga telling, that nigga snitchin Yea he snitched how he got outta prison Walk with the Glock swear to God i won't miss em And a nigga play turn his momma to a victim Run up in the house and the Glock gon evict em Tga!