Zivsick - SHOTGUN FREESTYLE Lyrics

Aye
Yeah
Ziv-Ziv-Zivsick is up next, woo
Mothafucka's wan' be handed the dough
You a low life sucka
You can't handle the dough
I be at the crib flipping through the channels and shit
You be wearing fake Golf
You a bastard for sure
This the motherfuckin' year
Look what's happened to me
All the paper I'ma make is unfathomable
Shoutout all my old friends I'd be happy to see
I got a baddie with me
She got a wagon for cheeks
Yeah I'm balling like Danny Green
What the fuck is happening
Then I didn't have the green
Now I made a masterpiece
Walk into the party like I'm Thanos
I just snap and leave
Gotta keep it balanced, please
Watching all my calories
Yea, I been eating good tho, ha
And I'm making all the noise
I really wish a bitch would though, ha
That's why I'm sticking with my boys
Yeah, I got dark twisted fantasies
Stop at the sorority and pull off with some causalities
Murdering the cats like I'm Luca Mag
Not a street bitch but I'll shoot the mag
You don't wanna do this, man
Ain't no room to rest
You object? You so foolish, man
Tour in Bucharest, private jet, shows in Budapest
Mister Worldwide and I'm violent like a Pitbull
Spent like 305 on this heat and the whip, dude

Aye
Yeah
Ziv-Ziv-Zivsick is up next, woo
Mothafucka's wan' be handed the dough
You a low life sucka
You can't handle the dough
I be at the crib flipping through the channels and shit
You be wearing fake Golf
You a bastard for sure
This the motherfuckin' year
Look what's happened to me
All the paper I'ma make is unfathomable
Shoutout all my old friends I'd be happy to see
I got a baddie with me
She got a wagon for cheeks
Yeah I'm balling like Danny Green
What the fuck is happening
Then I didn't have the green
Now I made a masterpiece
Walk into the party like I'm Thanos
I just snap and leave
Gotta keep it balanced, please
Watching all my calories
Yea, I been eating good tho, ha
And I'm making all the noise
I really wish a bitch would though, ha
That's why I'm sticking with my boys
Yeah, I got dark twisted fantasies
Stop at the sorority and pull off with some causalities
Murdering the cats like I'm Luca Mag
Not a street bitch but I'll shoot the mag
You don't wanna do this, man
Ain't no room to rest
You object? You so foolish, man
Tour in Bucharest, private jet, shows in Budapest
Mister Worldwide and I'm violent like a Pitbull
Spent like 305 on this heat and the whip, dude