Zuse - Eww lyrics

[Verse 1: Zuse] Catch a motherf**er at the stop light Point, point, point, hold the Glock tight Yeah, I'm bout the spinach, boy, Popeye n***as want beef, where my hot fries? Cross me, n***a, get baptized Yes, motherf**er, I'm the bad guy Blow you away like a landmine - dead, flatline I'm a God and I put that on mankind, huh Bullet turn you into stop sign, huh Swat a p**y n***a if he that fly Take a good look at the anti I'm sick, I'm ill, I'm a mad guy, huh k**in' 'em all by a landslide, f** it p**y motherf**er wanna damn die Someone tell these n***as I'm not tryin' Phone keep ringing, that's a hotline, huh Puttin' them all on they backside, huh Have these n***as runnin', track time Light a n***a up, me no talk and beg Crack a n***a up like the yolk out a egg Smoke a n***a out like an ounce from a dread These n***as straight p**y, ain't vouchin' for them Ice cold, n***a, like a motherf**in' gem Branch out, n***a, like a motherf**in' stem Cut a n***a off, ain't tied up for them Tell a b**h n***a I'm fire with the pen Lay a n***a down, watch him die at the end Four-five n***a, it's a nine, that's a ten p**y on my dick, you and I and my friend Which one of y'all wanna try this again? Which one of y'all wanna try me again? Big body six, I'm high in the Benz Flippin' the flow, on timin' again Riggidy ruggidy rhymin' again p**y n***a, it's applying to him V-I-P, ain't no line in for him f** around, n***a, your chances are slim Flexin' on 'em, exercise in the gym Ballin' on 'em, got my hand in the rim

None of his n***as ain't dying for him p**y n***as askin' me how I been Eating these rappers, I'm tryna go in Lighting them up till they chances are dim No talkin', no speakin', don't do arguin' Jino ridin', you don't want it with him Eating these rappers, strippin' off they skin Jino my n***a, he bout to go in [Verse 2: Jino] Look, bad b**hes in my rental, they rented See, I'm the boss and lieutenant They try to k** me, bet my shotta prevent it I got a lot for the minute You might win but lose a lot of percentage Talkin' that street but not a lot of 'em in it Pa** the light, got watch like miracle Try me, meet your god like spiritual, sicker than venereal Everything I'm spitting is imperial Put you in the box like cereal or serial Boy, I'm hotter than the summer in Baghdad in a gas mask Thermal and leather gloves and 90 with a bag tag Find out that your mama with a f*g dad Now you in a daze and amazed like a lab rat Don't get Kat Stacks when we clap back n***as strapped like a backpack So relax cause the mack black Turn your f**in' fitted to a halo Hole through your body like a bagel Roaster need the toaster like a Eggo I be in the jungle like Diego Winnin' so everything I say go Jino, how your day go? Started with a cup of lean and a beauty queen f** her good so I bet she never say no Liquor with the team, money like they roll the green But I gotta see my P.O They sayin' I'm the one like Neo Try him, boy, you dyin' like Cleo Sayin' that you better, man, you lyin' like a Leo