ZITS Lyrics

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Flair Jordan on a away game

That mean black Jersey, black gloves

Carry like a freight train

Put in labor I'm bringing great pain

Only knowledge was born to maintain

Then I take aim

I can tell that you niggas ain't gang

Cuz if you was, yo clean white tee

I wouldn't have to make stained

Smoke a coward like da finest Mary Jane strain

I'm Cold blooded like that nigga Ricky James mane

With more drama then a Kay Slay

Niggaz'll slide wit big choppers, where ya momma and ya bae stay

We get it poppin' with the AK

Have these bitches stepping like AKA's

On probate day

Hey hey, we not for play play

Every time I hop on the main stage

You gotta just make way

Jay favored coming wit another haymaker

Get yo shit stretched out like you Clay Davis

I'm wit a downtown suit that ima pay later

Wit my influence, I can make or break mayors

Independent rap money treat me way greater

I'm McNulty, give a fuck if I don't make majors

I'm out in Vegas wit a vixen, on a vacation

And chef flair bout to get this bitches cake bakin'

Mind like a fiends heartbeat, it stay racing

I know every code number dog, that safe breakin'

Fly art, I'm tastemakin'

Sly talk, violate great pens, fuck wit they saying

I make a man chase his very own fanbase

And get his whole plan erased had to slam the breaks

Roman numeral tats, on my hands and face

Mac take a couple out like romantic dates

Make you vanish without a trace

From the Trey 57 you bout to face

Make you land in outer... space

We get to popping with the AK

We get to popping with the AK

We get to popping with the AK

Have these bitches stepping like AKAs

On probate day

Hey hey, we not for play play