Zip Guns (feat. Knowledge the Pirate)

We gon' wait right here for this bitch-ass **** (Uh-huh, yeah)

I don't give a fuck if it take all night (Uh)

Bring the drums in, Al (Uh, let's go)

Yeah

After the chain of events, where your chain went? (Where it went?)

Gotta watch the ladies you layin' with (Layin' with, watch 'em)

A **** been had flavor, kid, but I ain't a lick

Taste this shit, this ain't no cake mix (This ain't no cake mix)

They say this biz is a snake pit, keep what you can't escape with

Can't be afraid to get bit (Sss)

I stayed in the mix, it ain't in my nature to shapeshift

The trainers is alligator skin (Alligator skin)

Huh? (Alright, alright, check this out)

I'm in the Maybach (Yep), they tryna stab me in my back (Ah)

You already know where my mind at (Where it at?)

Drive-bys in the Pontiac, body snatched

For the same price it costs wifey to get her body snatched (Woo)

Pistol whip you for shits and giggles, knock the jib loose

Leave you without a tooth to nibble (Uh)

Uh, no food, only soup on the menu (For the evil that men do, how does that go?)

My dude on the roof, he ain't bring a fiddle (Uh-uh)

The feds might've bugged the rental, we speak in riddles

Left your vehicle riddled (Blat, blat)

Your femur break easy as peanut brittle (Woo)

We got away clean as a whistle (Clean as a whistle)

I walked off and whistled

Blow a kiss at your miss at the vigil

I'm a cruel individual

Uh

All my **** sliders, leanin' like they got that drank inside us

On that demon time like them Peaky Blinders

We the gospel, word to BeBe and CeCe Winans

Them OGs drippin' in designer

Movin' bricks of that China from NYC down to Carolina

This the major leagues, not the minors

Army fatigue with the nine inside the army linin'

Stop that serpent from shinin'

We took his head, it was all perfect timin'

The sun and moon, the stars was in alignment

We cleaned 'em up and that's power refinement

Yo, he ran off with the work that he got on consignment (Now, now Boogie Down Bronx, I need everyone cooperation right about this time)

Word, son

He ran off with the work that he got on consignment

We set the temperature and the climate

Called up my shooter, gave him the assignment

Yo, soon as you see that ****, wet him like a water hydrant

Yo, I got young shooters like Kobe Bryant

For **** actin' defiant, it's all math and science

Yo, don't get chalked, ****, tryna line us

Know you fuckin' 'round with New York's finest

Lives get lost behind these blood diamonds

We mob bosses, so pay homage

In broad day, we gon' spray llamas

I'm in that cave with that K like Osama

Cheffin' up that yay every day, tryna stack dollars

Pirate