Aw Shit - City Morgue, ZillaKami

Pull up on the kid, I might pull up at your crib, huh

Pull up on the kid, tie him up and do a bid, huh

Might shoot up your spot, see the cops and jump the fence, uh

Might shoot up your block, see the opps and let it rip, huh (Okay, okay!)

Face off, hit ten, hide the HK

SK splitting both ways like the bitch gay

We spray, we don’t catch fades, we hear the AK

We don’t need you livin' anyway 'cause you don’t get us paid

Aw shit, who came to the party on they nonsense?

(Okay!)

Aw shit, why you talkin' if you don’t want war, bitch?

(What's up?)

My cartridge filled up to the tip, warlord shit (Huh)

Aw shit, my shit gets chapped, I think I need some parchment

(Huh, huh)

Ay, fuck that (Yeah), we bangin' off wax (Yeah)

You come into to my city wildin' you getting taxed, uh (Okay)

Fuck that (Huh?), bitch I don’t play tag (Okay)

You talking all that la-di-da-di-da, get sprayed at

Young super soldier walkin' out with super soakers (What?)

Like a pool party, we walk up and super soak ya (What?)

Greasy with the grease gun, run up with the pole-a (Huh?)

Trappin' off the trap phone, a yellow Motorola (Huh?)