Z – f#k Life

Z – f#k Life Lyrics

Artist: Z
Song: f#k Life

I’on be on these tracks talking like this
I mean if you see me you see me
Holler at me
Aye

I’m like f#ck like, we’re on rough sex
But I bounce out when my plug text
Face column but I’m not balling
I told Gollum I’m up next

f#ck y’all I’mma go raw
I done told God, it’s no late text
Beat it down, I’mma be around
And if you talk back then yo face next

Dip through the hood with the Brainsick rapping
The half-ass rap they don’t want that flack
See me in their trynna give me raps that wrath
Anybody in my town wanna cap off that?

So who the f#ck want it you little silly faggots?
We gon’ show up, there ain’t no death thrеats [c’mon
It’s Brainsick, you wanna test flesh
We taking fadеd routes into the death bed

Only got time for the gold sh#t
So on my mind like I’m golden
Real sh#t
Know my time, better roll then kill sh#t

Hope my fam can hopefully feel it
Killing m#th*rf#ck*rs up on any platform
When the mini mac-form
If you looking for the real sh#t [c’mon

FiringSquad
Anybody else can get f#cked fam
I got kids and a b#tch and a f#cking life [yeah
I put food in the fridge when I touch a mic

So if you act like a b#tch I gotta f#ck your wife [f#ck your b#tch
Fire got hotter so I upped the price
Give me five of the light and I upped your likes
Not on Facebook you stupid f#ck, I’m talking f#cking life

I roll the streets with my faithful for that
Me and my banger trynna make this money [gimme that cash
So if you funking baby pray for this dummy [pray for ’em
Now spray for the money

Spray spray for the money
I got sh#t to lose like my stomach hurt
So if it come down to it I put guns to work
P-block rep, leg comforter

And I got phased to the days that the gun don’t work
But I never back down from the show to swerve
m#th*rf#ck*rs talking like they murdering the words or should I’ve brought us in the squirters put the two into the burbs
What the f#ck!

I’ve been a Scrooge McDuck
Cause that’s on my life I got a Ruger tucked [here we go
m#th*rf#ck*rs wanna be Brainsick in the streets, but I’d rather make cheese than go and f#ck you up [yeah
I’m a business man

You’re in the game for what?
Cause the sh#t cool now so you’re talking tough [haha
I put a palm on your face you little sissy f#cks
And drop my nuts in my pants like a b#tches butt [uh]

Whoever want it man
Anybody got a problem with FiringSquad
Holler at me
We ain’t out here playing f#cking games homie

m#th*rf#ck*rs grew up on this sh#t
Page baby
I’mma track you on the streets, what you gon’ do?
Little man got hands

Hahahahaha
Mu’f#ckers gon’ catch me if they talking man
Promoters
Parties

These hating m#th*rf#ck*rs in jail
Talk on the fam and catch fades
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Release Year: 2020