Song: Fuck Hip Hop / I Will Never Trust These Niggas
Viewed: 66 - Published at: 3 years ago
Artist: Cyta Zoan
Year: 2021Viewed: 66 - Published at: 3 years ago
[Intro]
Yeah
2021, motherfucker, hahaha
Yeah, yeah
Cyta for president, nigga
Y'all already know
Yeah
[Part 1 - Fuck Hip Hop]
Cyta Zoan send shots to the dome
Ringin at your door, better pick up the phone
Livin like a drone, I'm a god damn monster
Shootin at the man and smokin like a Rasta
I'm in the kitchen posted up with the clip
Of this iceberg, she ain't even see the tip
With her lip, she too busy yappin 'bout shit
But I'm 'boutta send bullets to the sixth
Niggas plead fifth, bitch, I plea eight
Find any mothafucker, I'ma leave a imprint on they face
Speakin of the clips, I already got a taste
And I'm 'boutta do the chase, no juice for the taste
Jews for the case, now I'm feeling like Drake
Black man with white money to pay rent
And I'm stabbin at the paper, leavin blood on the drapes
Came to save the whole shit, please pick up the pace
Damn, I really missed out on my senior year
I'm finna scream 'fuck the world' while I shotgun beer
I'm finna fuck my liver harder than a box of rocks
You pussies soft like a opp
The game was a cop, it came to arrest my development
Shout-out to all of the bad bitches with hella melanin
Where the fuck you ever been? I been on the road
Either that or I been all up my room tryna crack the damn code
Lookin at the TV screen
'Til the line goes up, we just waitin for the jump on the green
Really finna hop on the scene
I could call niggas that would knock you off clean
Bitches catch me off key, but never off the set hoe
Say she got a body, she ain't into havin sex though, wack
Charlie Sheen, aim with the mac had me cracked
Messages from hoes I ain't ever text back
I be blockin bitches for the hell of it
Workin at the bakery, you can catch the smell of it
Damn, and fuck Kodak Black
He a clone, you can all have your robot back
He's all prone, to any motherfucker with the evidence
Know your life in trouble, that's irrelevant
All these bitch ass niggas try to knock me out my shift
Get yo head split like a spliff
Who the fuck you know that can flow like the real Cyta Zo'?
Sakes at your toes you ain't ever hid a body, it's a go
Catch me out in Camden with the cactus, I don't give a fuck
Never one for practice, I just full force give it up
Bitch, I got the swagger of Aladdin
Know that when Joe Biden dies, I'll be laughin
Fuck Donald Trump, if that nigga set foot in my state once more, I won't even let it happen
[Interlude]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Fuck Joe Biden, yeah, fuck Hillary Clinton
Fuck Donald Trump, nigga, fuck Obama
[Part 2 - I Will Never Trust These Niggas]
I will never trust these niggas
Strap in my lap like fuck these niggas
Gun to my dome, I'm a puppet to the system
Gun for the fun, had two shots and missed 'em
Yeah, now we all dance slow
All of our elections are the best puppet shows
Show up to the funeral 'cause we don't even know
Show up to the birth 'cause we got big dreams
God bless America, breakin at the seems
Martin had one but it wasn't enough to save us
2021, I don't know who to trust
Watchin my back, I'm on the bust
I don't feel the same when I'm talkin to the niggas that I run wit
Fuck that, and fuck Hip-Hop
I'ma watch it all burn and the bodies all drop
But I can't stop, nigga
Yeah
2021, motherfucker, hahaha
Yeah, yeah
Cyta for president, nigga
Y'all already know
Yeah
[Part 1 - Fuck Hip Hop]
Cyta Zoan send shots to the dome
Ringin at your door, better pick up the phone
Livin like a drone, I'm a god damn monster
Shootin at the man and smokin like a Rasta
I'm in the kitchen posted up with the clip
Of this iceberg, she ain't even see the tip
With her lip, she too busy yappin 'bout shit
But I'm 'boutta send bullets to the sixth
Niggas plead fifth, bitch, I plea eight
Find any mothafucker, I'ma leave a imprint on they face
Speakin of the clips, I already got a taste
And I'm 'boutta do the chase, no juice for the taste
Jews for the case, now I'm feeling like Drake
Black man with white money to pay rent
And I'm stabbin at the paper, leavin blood on the drapes
Came to save the whole shit, please pick up the pace
Damn, I really missed out on my senior year
I'm finna scream 'fuck the world' while I shotgun beer
I'm finna fuck my liver harder than a box of rocks
You pussies soft like a opp
The game was a cop, it came to arrest my development
Shout-out to all of the bad bitches with hella melanin
Where the fuck you ever been? I been on the road
Either that or I been all up my room tryna crack the damn code
Lookin at the TV screen
'Til the line goes up, we just waitin for the jump on the green
Really finna hop on the scene
I could call niggas that would knock you off clean
Bitches catch me off key, but never off the set hoe
Say she got a body, she ain't into havin sex though, wack
Charlie Sheen, aim with the mac had me cracked
Messages from hoes I ain't ever text back
I be blockin bitches for the hell of it
Workin at the bakery, you can catch the smell of it
Damn, and fuck Kodak Black
He a clone, you can all have your robot back
He's all prone, to any motherfucker with the evidence
Know your life in trouble, that's irrelevant
All these bitch ass niggas try to knock me out my shift
Get yo head split like a spliff
Who the fuck you know that can flow like the real Cyta Zo'?
Sakes at your toes you ain't ever hid a body, it's a go
Catch me out in Camden with the cactus, I don't give a fuck
Never one for practice, I just full force give it up
Bitch, I got the swagger of Aladdin
Know that when Joe Biden dies, I'll be laughin
Fuck Donald Trump, if that nigga set foot in my state once more, I won't even let it happen
[Interlude]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Fuck Joe Biden, yeah, fuck Hillary Clinton
Fuck Donald Trump, nigga, fuck Obama
[Part 2 - I Will Never Trust These Niggas]
I will never trust these niggas
Strap in my lap like fuck these niggas
Gun to my dome, I'm a puppet to the system
Gun for the fun, had two shots and missed 'em
Yeah, now we all dance slow
All of our elections are the best puppet shows
Show up to the funeral 'cause we don't even know
Show up to the birth 'cause we got big dreams
God bless America, breakin at the seems
Martin had one but it wasn't enough to save us
2021, I don't know who to trust
Watchin my back, I'm on the bust
I don't feel the same when I'm talkin to the niggas that I run wit
Fuck that, and fuck Hip-Hop
I'ma watch it all burn and the bodies all drop
But I can't stop, nigga
( Cyta Zoan )
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