Lil mavo - Zack & Cody Lyrics

I remember I was late night scheming
Tryna catch a hat, in that demon
F*ck a nigga talking bout a nigga wanna kill for no reason
Tryna catch a nigga hat and leave his ass leaking
Leave his ass right where he stay, Put his brain on a curb nigga
F*ck you talking bout nigga, pull up where you stay
Shots fired a hundred shots out this f*cking K

I'm the type of nigga rock out just like Billy Ray
Walk down, face shot a nigga quick, just for saying my name
Pussy nigga six feet deep in his f*cking grave
Did some shit that only God knows, that's why I say my grace
Damn, bae, you grown as a f*ck with a baby face
Cool ass nigga in that A, keep a f*cking flame

Slide through the A, I'm fresh up out the O
F*ck nigga know I keep that K, f*ck nigga know we make it blow
Ain't got time for no rap shit nigga all that cap shit
I'm quick to kick a nigga door
Shots fired, nigga, we can up the score, nigga
Catch a nigga right where he stay, I'm tryna catch a nigga coming out that store

I'm tryna catch a nigga like he gone be catching bullets
I stand on business, I tried to kill him, but they beat me to it
Shoutout my clientele, you know my phone be going stupid
My brother's cut throat as a f*ck, they almost cut into me
When Cball spin he f*ck the city up, let's talk about it
Slide through the city, two four nizzy, shoot on autopilot
Lil cball stepping on these squares just like we hopscotching
I told the bitch that she could leave cause Cball got options

Face shot a nigga quick, cause we gone stand on business
Why all these niggas rapping bodies, but they ain't doing no killings
My mama told me since a young age, I was a f*cking menace
Now I'm swinging sticks on niggas blocks like I'm playing tennis
Boy you better duck low you tryna swing my curb nigga
F*ck you mean, nigga, I was in the trap tryna flip a bird nigga
I was going on two mans with my niggas tryna find a third, nigga

Aye I could f*ck your bitch, I'm on a two man, it's just me and three
I could put a hole inside your circle, something like Krispy Kreme
A.R.P. shoot like it Michael Jordan, it got two, two, threes
Lil Cball ima break off on a bitch and then I break her knees
Ima f*ck her with my chains on, Ima dog her in my Cuban links
Está tu pendejo
My vatos come through with the beans