Fuk Life

Lyrics

[Intro: Z] I'on be on these tracks talking like this I mean if you see me you see me Holler at me Aye [Chorus: Z] I'm like fuck like, we're on rough sex But I bounce out when my plug text Face column but I'm not balling I told Gollum I'm up next Fuck y'all I'mma go raw I done told God, it's no late text Beat it down, I'mma be around And if you talk back then yo face next [Verse 1: Z] Dip through the hood with the Brainsick rapping The half-ass rap they don't want that flack See me in their trynna give me raps that wrath Anybody in my town wanna cap off that? So who the fuck want it you little silly faggots? We gon' show up, there ain't no death thrеats (c'mon) It's Brainsick, you wanna test flesh We taking fadеd routes into the death bed [Bridge: Z] Only got time for the gold shit So on my mind like I'm golden Real shit Know my time, better roll then kill shit Hope my fam can hopefully feel it Killing motherfuckers up on any platform When the mini mac-form If you looking for the real shit (c'mon) Z rap for the Brainsick bitch FiringSquad Anybody else can get fucked fam [Verse 2: Z] Man Z just trynna live homie, fuck your life I got kids and a bitch and a fucking life (yeah) I put food in the fridge when I touch a mic So if you act like a bitch I gotta fuck your wife (fuck your bitch) Fire got hotter so I upped the price Give me five of the light and I upped your likes Not on Facebook you stupid fuck, I'm talking fucking life [Bridge: Z] I roll the streets with my faithful for that Me and my banger trynna make this money (gimme that cash) So if you funking baby pray for this dummy (pray for 'em) Now spray for the money Spray spray for the money [Verse 3: Z] I got shit to lose like my stomach hurt So if it come down to it I put guns to work P-block rep, leg comforter And I got phased to the days that the gun don't work Check me, here's your dingo berzerk But I never back down from the show to swerve Motherfuckers talking like they murdering the words or should I've brought us in the squirters put the two into the burbs What the fuck! I've been a Scrooge McDuck Cause that's on my life I got a Ruger tucked (here we go) Motherfuckers wanna be Brainsick in the streets, but I'd rather make cheese than go and fuck you up (yeah) I'm a business man You're in the game for what? Cause the shit cool now so you're talking tough (haha) I put a palm on your face you little sissy fucks And drop my nuts in my pants like a bitches butt (uh) [Outro: Z] Whoever want it man Anybody got a problem with FiringSquad Z Brainsick Muzik Holler at me We ain't out here playing fucking games homie Motherfuckers grew up on this shit Page baby I'mma track you on the streets, what you gon' do? Little man got hands Hahahahaha Mu'fuckers gon' catch me if they talking man Promoters Parties These hating motherfuckers in jail Talk on the fam and catch fades