Lyrics Desert Storm - Zoe Forte

Dat nigga said what
Who talking
Pull out a gun tht'll vanish ya organs
Speak guapenese
All that other shit foreign
I need that money up front
When I walk in Huh

Beat up the pussy like mike
Ball like I'm Michael Jordan
Uh yea
Might hit the strip club tonight
If I make it rain it pouring
Uh yea

I keep my shooters in sight
Let me just give you tht warning
Whole lotta rugers and pipes
My niggaz be dessert storming

Now we heavy on em
Glock 17's w potato's on em
Pop pop ya tots into tators homie
Them bullets ketchup
Make tomato sauce

Them bullets catch up
What you running
Ho understand I'm the overlord
You niggaz pop tags like you maclimore
N i just dropped a bag on some new dior

You a sad case nigga knock it off
On a bad day I'm still makin more
At a fast past u should get involved
This a drag race and my engine raw
Like

Grrrrrr

Forte he hit every line with a punch
Forte be eating these rappers for lunch
Forte got multiple styles put in one
Forte might flex on ya bitch for the funds
Ha

Riddle me this
How come I made every shot that u missed
Talking behind niggaz back like a bitch
Cuz ya team looking broke
And my gang getting rich
Huh

I set the height in this bitch
They don't like that I'm rich
& I'm made for this shit
Uh

I'll get you smoked like a spliff
Just for moving too quick
Had to kill em like this
Uh

I took ya bitch on a date
And I fronted the bill
But that pussy gone pay
I would say I take ya bitch
But she practically givin the pussy away

Dat nigga said what
Who talking
Pull out a gun tht'll vanish ya organs
Speak guapenese
All that other shit foreign
I need that money up front
When I walk in Huh

Beat up the pussy like mike
Ball like I'm Michael Jordan
Uh yea
Might hit the strip club tonight
If I make it rain it pouring
Uh yea

I keep my shooters in sight
Let me just give you tht warning
Whole lotta rugers and pipes
My niggaz be dessert storming