CPR

By Zotiyac

Released on October 28, 2018

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[Intro]

Uhh-uhh

That's how I'm feeling, like uhh


[Verse 1]

I know you niggas is nervous

I'm in the cut, I'm emerging

My gut disgusting, keep burping

Just to keep yo' shit together, need turbans

Swerving that like it's emergent

We looking for you like a purpose

I do a hit, let you bitch to the surgeon

I been the shit since niggas was jerking

Totin' them clips in suburbans

We really have stolen whips, so we skrrting

Bitch getting honey, no burboun

She get it sucked like it's customer service

I give a fuck if you clutching a burner

I let this bitch hit like Tina Turner

19 Glock, but we might need a chopstick

Testing the gang, then we might need to learn ya

I get the ups, I'ma put you up under

Get you one and let everybody wonder

Let you die, I'll relay message to mama

Swear to god, I ain't stretchin' your honor

That ho fuck for me

Yo' ho bust for me

Lil' foes tuck forty

Fuck a love story


[Bridge]

Slobberknock, not a watch

Swinging like the Padawan

All black, coffin drop

Shit look like an Otter Box

Slobberknock, not a watch

Swinging like the Padawan

All black, coffin drop

Shit look like an Otter Box


[Verse 2]

AR pistol, this not a chop

Clip roll out like Autobots

And this shit fit inside my box

This baby cut, it ain't got no stock

That be the Extar, under mo'fucker, let it blow through the next car

And yo' ho swallow the hose 'cause it hit hard

I got the Ruger, the 22SR

Watch how I'm fucking that bitch 'cause the bed loud

Foreign ho, and she need me like a green card

I'm finna slide in that ho, VCR

Bitch can't breathe in her mouth, CPR