Insomnia - Zotiyac

Fuck around wit' my clique, get wet

Bust a round out my stick, bitch duck

Fuck around wit' my clique, get wet

Bust a round out my stick, bitch duck

Step in the cross, bitch I get off once you off in the scope, nigga

Fuck all that talk, I converse wit' the walls 'cause I can’t fuck wit' yall

All these niggas too soft, make 'em shit in his drawls

And I’m pissin' 'em off, destined to ball

I could never be less than a fuckin' assassin

The youngest attraction, a youngin' been spazzin'

I work for this shit, fuck you thought was gon' happen?

Hundred rounds that might split his neck

Up and down, through these streets I walk

You fuckin' clowns, it might rip through vests

The bodies down they come wit' that chalk

Finger fuck 'til that clit get wet

Then smash yo bitch 'till my dick get soft

You thinkin' what?

I won’t live through this?

Its Daddy Death so fuck what you thought

Flexing tough with my froze on wrist

We testin' up, I’m like «Hold on» bitch

Posted up, we can’t post no pic

Feds pull up, but I don’t know shit

Face the clique and yo throat get slit

The trigger itch, I might blow full quick

Hit a lick, we hear popo, dip

Hit the quick, 'cause I ain’t know no bitch

One-eight-seven, yuh

Fuck counting up blessings, I’m counting my sins

It’s too many questions, I’m never collected

I rather reject it, that shit ain’t effective

Fuck going to heaven, yuh

I know what I’m destined for, it is my leisure

My dogs they gon' snatch off yo' necklace

They see it, the golden retriever send rent

They gon' catch it

Knock off yo top and then knock you off topic

A trip to the tropics, 'cause bitch I’m too hot

If I overheat most will be cooked if they close to me

Niggas straight pussy get stomped in they ovaries

Overly odd, and I’m even the prophet you first to take L’s

Nigga, look at the logic

And I take the dubs they just watch while I wash it

Can’t fuck with the flock if you scared of the meaning

A murder the verdict, don’t matter divergent

You dyin' a virgin, I’m dive in yo person

I dig in her purse to go make me a purchase

I did it on purpose, the bitch is still worthless

She think can lean on me, bitch have some decency

Lead me on you must be drunk, hoe

Throw her in the whip, 'cause she finna get flipped

If you flip force a fit in the trunk, hoe

We run a train on yo mistress wit' quickness, and tie her ass down with a

blindfold

The thot is on track, if she offer the throat then we let her come off of the

railroad

This shit ain’t no game, I might load up

A round on his top, like a 'fro cut

The preacher be pissed, I’m atrocious

He say I need help I’m like «No shit», ugh

So constant wit' casualties, RIP shirts, yo hood look like a gallery, ugh

He charged me up, so I brought out the bat, and they charged me wit battery, ugh

I could put a hole in the ozone, then fight the stars like my first name was

gravity, ugh

Too fatal when focused, it’s weight on my shoulders, I’m watchin' my calories,

ugh

Niggas been sleepin', I’m hopin' by now that these niggas done woke up, ah

You hear the shit that I’m droppin', it won’t be too long 'fore I blow up, ah

Niggas been sleepin', I’m hopin' by now that these niggas done woke up

You hear the shit that I’m droppin', it won’t be too long fore I blow up, bitch

Midnight society, Crowlife

To the death of me, OSC, yah