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lirik lagu lil 86 - zieman

beat 1

[verse]
dear mrs. lasley, i’m sorry that yo’ son a b~tch without no talent
i’m sorry he a wannabe and that he just ain’t it
i’m sorry he a junkie who love suckin’ on d~ck
talkin’ all this hot, that boy ain’t pull no trigger
“i’ma up it then he die”? i call that boy zieman, the way i’m ’bout to hitler this n~gga
he ain’t survivin’ though, ego got too big, now i gotta fry this ho
like where that popeyes, yo?
that boy love to cap in all his raps
make yo’ bars straight ‘fore you talk that smack, all that smack
playin’ off his case and sh~t, i ain’t finna ra~ i mean say too much, let it sit
talkin’ all that sh~t, say i’m drinkin’ p~ss?
prove that sh~t, i’ll burn my equipment, lil’ b~tch
prove them lies you got from rhymezone
fantasy, he live in like he asian, wrong timеzone, kid
n~gga can’t get ken attеntion, so he lie on 86
i made this beat by myself, by the way, you need some proof?
what’s up with you, (huh) lil 43?
i’m chillin’, tee, i’m steady laughin’ at this n~gga and his youtube beats
i find it funny that this n~gga thinkin’ he want beef
you still got time to back down, take j. cole’ example
go back to makin’ music, not this whiny b~tch sh~t, end that tantrum

[interlude]
bruh, ain’t no way this muhf~cker unfollowed me five minutes after i dropped “e for effort”
you want war, though? let’s go to war then, b~tch
carlos, you’re crazy (aaahhh)
beat 2

[verse 1]
i ain’t heard of this n~gga, but i’m here to murder this n~gga
he just want the cl!cks, he a finick, he don’t play with no sticks, he been fibbin’
see me, i got my persona, he act like his sh~t a reality
sh~t, maybe it’s all of his trauma, we know he really ain’t got no fatality
why you lookin’ for war when you can’t win a battle?
by the way, my name carlos
he a snake in the grass, he rattle, he a snake in the grass like a ho (sss)
he ain’t versatile at all, only one type beat and one flow
servin’ beef to that boy like a paddle, sh~t, i mean a racquet
he want the smoke, he could have it, i burn all his tracks into ashes
my worst sh~t clears his best, he see me win and get madder
i’m livin’ rent~free in his head, he stay dreamin’ of me like an addict
after kenny, he wantin’ me next, blowin’ kisses at me, he a f~ggot
i don’t swing that way, and i’m married
i’d say, “f~ck you, suck my d~ck”, but i bet sick freak would enjoy that
this n~gga should be embarrassed, all on the net, with his unemployed ass
n~gga stay on the ‘gram hatin’, he hackin’ accounts and paradin’
ain’t sh~t for n~ggas to be celebratin’, huh, huh, but~

[chorus]
congrats, you f~cked yourself over
congrats, you f~cked yourself over
congrats, you f~cked yourself over
uh, congrats, you f~cked yourself over
congrats, you f~cked yourself over
congrats, you f~cked yourself over
[verse 2]
huh, babe, that boy a b~tch
that’s right, honey, and that n~gga tryna ride d~ck with no license
he hop on that phone like a bunny, really, he should be frightened
steady talkin’ ’bout glockies and money, that’s funny, ’cause i don’t see neither
boy, put down the pen, you need jesus, and that’s if you even meet him
i ain’t too surprised if he leave you to burn in the under, you might meet the reaper
mih thgauc seidob xis, seidob xis thgauc t’nia eh
uh, i still ain’t gon’ speak on that yet, if you wanna know now, then reverse that
talk like a shotta, where is yo’ commas? i need to know where the work at
and bein’ a cornball is what the boy proud of, if he don’t like p~ss, he prefer scat
i was sippin’ on lemonade in my 15s, n~gga a stalker, he lurkin’
i bet in his 15s, he was slurpin’ on d, must’ve got d~ck from a fur~cat
don’t sit here in shock, don’t question me, lil’ n~gga, i know you heard that
i ain’t tryna start rumors, it’s just a theory, so i hope you ain’t feelin’ hurt yet
he run his mouth, walk to his couch, write lies to get his anger out
cry in the booth, that album sound like mickey mouse, put the mic down
man, what is “somecleanshi” about? is it you askin’ kenny out?
you must miss him a lot to be beggin’ him to take you back now
complainin’ ’bout you need this, you need that?
then lock in, how about you grow up, get a life, and then maybe, just maybe you’ll be bound
but i guess for now~

[chorus]
congrats, you f~cked yourself over
congrats, you f~cked yourself over
congrats, you f~cked yourself over
uh, congrats, you f~cked yourself over
congrats, you f~cked yourself over
congrats, you f~cked yourself over
[verse 3]
congrats, you f~cked yourself over, back when you went, f~cked your ex, had her over
thought you was ‘posed to have stacy rey’ over?
huh, i don’t pity that b~tch though, she a sucker, a d~ck sucker
she was hatin’ on trev trucka
now she tryna buddy 86, and she tryna f~ck on my twin
how this sh~t entertainin’, when bro ain’t even bein’ entertained?
i ain’t say sh~t ’bout his tracks, so he must know i could put all of ’em in a grave
f~ck k!llin’ his tracks, i was sent here to k!ll his career
giggle nervous, that n~gga in fear
i got truths in the open, just give me an ear
talkin’ ’bout you could murder me, sh~t, f~ck n~gga, you scary
n~gga, let’s be honest, if you got the chops, let the cops know
’cause i heard you tryna go jump n~ggas
did this n~gga b~lls really drop, though?
empty threat, p~ssy a bad figure
how the f~ck could he be on hots, bro
every song, he sound like a f~g’, n~gga
let me list eight of his other problems

beat 3

[verse]
number one, he grew in the suburbs, so how the f~ck he come from nothin’?
number two, the kid love to blubber, real sh~t, he diss ’cause he in love
number three, he act like a gunner, but when you seen that n~gga clutchin’?
number four, he get dumb and dumber, he actin’ like no one could touch him
number five, he like drinkin’ s~m~n, lil’ f~ggot boy sweet like a cookie
number seven, he ain’t findin’ jesus, number eight, for attention, he greedy
so he takin’ blank shots like a p~ssy, 86, you forgot the sixth
number six, he ain’t k!llin’ sh~t, but six n~ggas took his budussy

[interlude]
he ain’t caught six bodies, six bodies caught him

beat 4

[chorus]
uh, pick it up
that boy dropped another diss, pick it up
that boy actin’ like a b~tch, switch it up
that boy actin’ like a b~tch, switch it up
that boy talkin’ dirty sh~t, he got the runs
that boy talkin’ mad sh~t, he need tums
that boy talkin’ .30 clip, but don’t got one
that boy never had a bl!ck, but say he does

[refrain]
i call that boy zieman, ’cause no, he ain’t survivin’
he wanted a war but now his rap career is dyin’
be careful what you wish for, ’cause now you unalivin’
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no heaters, but his reputation fryin’

[verse]
yeah, yeah, just to clarify, though i already did
i don’t drink no p~ss, but n~ggas know that i’m the sh~t
and he been chokin’ on my d~ck, n~gga, go ‘head, wipe yo’ chin
go ‘head, b~tch, keep tellin’ fibs, droppin’ misses
i ain’t talkin’ zendaya, but b~tch, i had to shake it up
he was talkin’ out his ass, now it crust
his lil’ rappin’ sh~t, i turned it into dust
’cause now the world gon’ know the truth if that n~gga blow up
said i ain’t talkin’ zendaya, but b~tch, i had to shake it up
send him back to center ave, call that his dystopia
claim he a big dog, he just look like a mutt
yeah, yeah, since we love to cap, i up it then he die, let it bust

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