Lyrics Hush - Zoe Forte

Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea
Yea yea Yea
Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea

Got my top down w a brand new bitch
When I piss tell her hold my dick
Water in a glass it look like my wrist
9 Millie that's on my hip

Got a big bag can't no more fit
What's left I spend it on drip
Get ya head cracked that's 456
John Madden my niggaz run blitz

Niggaz want beef then I'm coming for war
No ties we can settle the score
Shooting From 3 but I hit em w 4
Heat tap had to give em one more

I got the money if you want it back
Get it in blood cuz I'm Shiesty like tht
I shoot the gun it go grat tat tat tat
Hit you and ya man's it ain't no coming back

Burn a lil somethin tht'll give a nigga eye rings
Smoking gas and it got bad hygiene
Bad ass bitch only good for the right things
Nuff said cuz u know I'm not Wife-ing

I'll beat a nigga ass but I'm done with the fighting
John wick gun flash like lightning
Pocket got swole now these niggaz don't like me
Designers shoes but I wear em like Nikes

You don't like me nigga then fight me
Bernie Mac beat a nigga to the white meat
Tell a nigga do the right thing like spike Lee
Otherwise a long life is unlikely

Peter was lacking when he picked a pepper
Turned the wrong corner and stepped to a stepper
Knock niggaz down u gon die if you get up
Vest on ya chest but we aim from the neck up

Now pipe down for you niggaz get hit up
Hit his chest he gon body the brook-up
Hit his stomach and exit the liver
Throwing shots like a major league pitcher

I'm on hots then you kno that it's lit up
Get the drop he get crunched like a sit up
That's ya bitch but you might reconsider
We ain't fuck but she suck me to SZA

And it's long overdue
My guns really shoot
The pudding in the proof

I hear they talk about me
But I ain't got no ops
Cuz they ain't shit without me