lirik lagu king zilla - cubin links
[intro]
(tay keith, f~ck these n~ggas up!)
(murda on the beat so it’s not nice!)
yeah… king zilla back again
third one in one day—b~tch, i’m workin’ harder than your daddy ever did
(huh!)
100k sh~t, zilla mob
(grrah!)
let’s go, b~tch!
[chorus]
rockin’ cuban links but still’ll rob your brother (still will!)
pistol on my hip, i ain’t no fkin’ lover (nah!)
opps be postin’ threats, then duckin’ under covers (psy!)
told that b~tch i’m heartless, i ain’t cuddlin’, i just f~ck her (facts!)
hop out in designer, i got blood on my amiris (boom!)
he was dissin’ zilla, now his mama can’t stop tearin’ (wipe it!)
diamonds dance like bobby, but this chopper don’t do choreo (brrr!)
told my plug i need it now, ain’t no “maybe” or no “probably,” ho (now!)
[verse 1]
don’t ask me ’bout no chain, i took his sh~t and made it mine
my heart been cold since dre got smoked, i laugh while i reclinе
you askin’ where your cousin went? hе somewhere missin’ time
they say “zilla, chill,” but i get lit off violent rhymes
f~ck that, i ain’t calm, i’m turnt up like i’m tweakin’
crackers wanna raid me? tell them bches keep on peekin’ (feds!)
i got shooters in the cut, they don’t talk, they just be creepin’
he got found behind a walgreens with no pulse, that n~gga leakin’ (blegh!)
they say i’m young and reckless, i say “bch, i know!”
my glock don’t do no dancin’, but it rock sh~t at the show
tried to hide inside his civic—bah, bah, through the door (boom boom boom!)
gave my cousin 30 years, now i’m steppin’ more for bro (grrah!)
[chorus]
rockin’ cuban links but still’ll rob your brother (still will!)
pistol on my hip, i ain’t no f~ckin’ lover (nah!)
opps be postin’ threats, then duckin’ under covers (ha!)
told that b~tch i’m heartless, i ain’t cuddlin’, i just f~ck her (skrrt!)
hop out in designer, i got blood on my amiris (boom!)
he was dissin’ zilla, now his mama can’t stop tearin’ (wipe that!)
diamonds dance like bobby, but this chopper don’t do choreo
told my plug i need it now, ain’t no “maybe” or no “probably,” ho
[verse 2]
ayy, cuban links around my neck, but i ain’t chained to nothin’
still a felon in the makin’, pistol grippin’ while i’m thumbin’ (grrr!)
if he blink wrong, then we stretch him like a yoga class
hop out shootin’ fast—draco flashin’ like a photo flash (flash!)
heard he went to church? i send a demon in that pew
i don’t give no f~cks ’bout his dad when i’m slide for my crew (facts!)
heard his uncle was a opp, so we shot him too (boom boom boom!)
i got youngins geeked on murder, they don’t even need no loot
b~tch, i’m from that dirty block
where they shoot for dirty socks
you post one pic with the wrong set, you gettin’ 30 shots
zilla!
[outro]
(yeah…)
(tell ’em i’m 11 if you want… this 11’ll blow your head off, b~tch!)
zilla season, hoe
(100k…)
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