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JET GRiND RADiO

by City Morgue

[Verse 1: Sos
Mula]
I just poured a sixteen in the Sprite, overdose (Po' up)
Cooking bricks, selling bricks of coke and dope (Work)
Pussy rapper always lie, Pinocchio (Fuck outta here)
Mommy jump up on this dick and roller coast

[Verse 2: Zilla
Kami]
I fuck your bitch, for a little bit
She be on my dick, hit a lick
Fuck the sentences, they scared to do a bit
Break your teeth
Fuck your concert, bitch, I'll skate across the V
Nigga see, that your mixtape isn't shit without a Z

[Verse 3: Sos
Mula]
Niggas caught me lackin', had the chance
They should've bodied me
Turn this shit up here and row, we started out a robbery
Fuck this rap shit, I'll take your chain, still catching robberies
Man these niggas pussy, they ain't fuckin' with me honestly

[Verse 4: Zilla
Kami]
On my block, you a dub
And I don't fuck with dubs
Round here, you don't get no love
'Cause niggas know what's up
Revolver, keep it snug
And keep it in the cut
Turn your clique into dust
Without a fuckin' fuss

[Chorus: Zillakami]
Fuck life, fuck love, give stitches
And fuck fame, fuck hoes, kill niggas
And get high, touch the sky, Jimi Hendrix
And sell crack, sell dope, get richer

[Verse 5: Sos
Mula]
I keep that banana clips, you stupid, playin' ape shit
We just do bukkake hoodies, we don't do that BAPE shit
Take the bricks up out the wrapper, get the hammer, break it
Whip it in the pot and watch it turn into a space ship

[Verse 6: Zilla
Kami]
Ayy, nigga, what's up
And gun down when a nigga try to run up
Then fuck niggas always talkin' with they chin up
Until I break it, leave your boyfriend defenseless
And layin' in the fuckin' street, bitch

[Verse 7: Sos
Mula]
I feel like I'm Meechy, Southwest T, shoutout to BMF
Me and Kami got them bust down grills, them shits on VVS
All this blood be drippin' from my shoes, them Loubs on PMS
Pop up on your block and shoot that shit up on a BMX

[Verse 8: Zilla
Kami]
Dreads and the gold, like I'm ready for a lick
A Benz and a Rolls, ready to take out your bitch
I'm whipping up the water like tsunami on my wrist
I'm whipping out the pot like semi-automatic, R.I.P

[Chorus: Zillakami]
Fuck life, fuck love, give stitches
And fuck fame, fuck hoes, kill niggas
And get high, touch the sky, Jimi Hendrix
And sell crack, sell dope, get richer