[Lyric] Ventilate (Snaggle B)

[Intro] (Snaggle B)
Yeah, 412 Shit
ZippleDeGorgus
ZDG, ZD Gang

[Verse] (Paradox)
When I'm gone they'll say I'm ill
Of course, they expect the worst for me
And God gave me the best of skill
But then he placed a curse on me
Better pray that I don't kill
I don't think your life is worth it to me
We ain't playin' let's make a deal
You can't spin your words like me

[Verse] (Snaggle B)
I don't ever try to do that to myself
I be surging in the deep by the Continental Shelf
At the top then I fell
At the summit off the rails
Falling deep in depression
But I reef back to health
[Verse] (Paradox)
I got hard critics, don't take it personally
I put my hard dick in it, curving so perfectly
When I'm ball spitting I'm givin' verses for free
Cause I get on the track kill em and I murder the beat

[Verse] (Snaggle B)
Gotta get back on the line
God I think its motherfucking time
Hit it back to the trap
Lay a beat a couple rhymes
Count a stack in the stash
On the grind shoot a kid in the head
He a zombie Ima kill him like I'm Rick Grimes

[Verse] (Paradox)
Black out blacked out rays make me shine
Stabbin' in the back nowadays ain't a crime
Brag about gettin' all this face while I drive
Bank account like my bitches all dimes, I

[Verse] (Snaggle B)
Bag her booty in the back of my whip Its a vibe
Why your shorty in the shotty
She gone need a revive
And the antidote is dick
Better get her fore she dies
Ima get her to a finish
When I'm in between her thighs
But I didn't know that she was yours
I ain't ever gonna lie
[Paradox]
What a mothafucker gotta do to get this?

[Snaggle B]
All a motherfucker gotta do is hit a lick

[Paradox]
All a mothafuckers wanna do is get rich

[Snaggle B]
All I hear from all you stupid motherfuckers is this

[Paradox]
Blah blah blah my Balenciaga's

[Snaggle B]
Blah blah blah I just fucked ya momma

[Paradox]
All I fucking think about is getting these commas

[Snaggle B]
And I’m only really famous over stupid Insta drama

[Paradox]
Kill a bitch and that's instant karma
[Snaggle B]
Lil OD getting rich with pharma
Til it kill his ass
Bitch you got no motto

[Paradox]
In my whip and my tint is darker
Innocent bitch, that's tomato tomato
And I'm on my web just like I'm Peter Parker

[Snaggle B]
Ima take your bitch then I leave her tomorrow
Boutta write a diss
And your name is in the title

[Paradox]
And we the best with no clearer margin
Like I was beaten during sex on American Idol

[Snaggle B]
I be back from the dead
And I’m here to kill a rival
Starting up another wave it’s lookin like a tidal
But I know that I can do it
And I got a couple biters
I be snapping like a crocodile
Swimming up beside ya

[Paradox]
Bitches tell me lies
Put my right hand on the Bible
With my left I cross my fingers
Bitches know I always trifle

[Snaggle B]
Take a step back for a minute
All these other rappers they be lookin kinda skiddish
ZippleDeGorgus we acting acidic
We learning the knowledge they say is forbidden

[Paradox]
Think that we missed out, we think that you trippin'
You think she your misses but you give her limp dick
So sorry to kill him and leave all these victims but...

[Snaggle B]
Kick em to the back
In the back of the line
I been waiting too long
You don’t get a free ride
I don’t waste my time
But you bitches are entitled
Like this universe a movie
And your name is in the title

[Paradox]
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Put my knife right up inside ya
All my homies like to trigger
Like an SJ fighter
And she begging for the apple
So I gave that bitch the cider
But the choice was always mine
I'm like a pro-lifer

[Snaggle B]
Bitch you got a lotta pride
As you go against the Bible
But you got a cross tatted
On your ankle for your idol
When I hear dumb shit I be feelin homocidal
So you better watch out
Fore your confidence is vital

[Paradox]
Turn your head just like a spiral
Snap your spinal with a high note
From a singer with bronchitis
And you rip her in the eye hole
And I'm schizo like a psycho
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And I'm still full like a silo
Make her shiver, you know I'm cold

[Snaggle B]
Bitches tell me that I got a problem wit em all
Shut her up and hit her in the throat like Halls
Then I never call her back
Suicide Jake Paul
I be ripping on the beefer in the unisex stall
Ima maul Anybody on the beat leave a scar
And the scar gonna turn em to a motherfucking joke
Goin broke and you’re down two strokes
All you got is hope
Got a few biddies and a fat ass cone

[Paradox]
Throwin' all these bitches, like I throw these fucking palms
I don't know any of these bitches, so I will not answer calls
When they call I say 'hello?' I say 'goodbye' and then I'm gone
They say 'David don't go' I said 'only if you got no thong'
She was home alone, she won't be alone for long
Wish I cum over the phone, so I let her FaceTime my dong
Obsessed with what I wrote, why does this song just have to stop?
I just filled up all my notes, I could go on and on and on