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Firing Zone by Young Zay Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2020

Stop acting like you don’t know nigga
They know
Hold on
Uh look uh look

(Verse)
Now I really see why these niggas be hatin’
They know I been gettin’ racks
All blue face no minimum wages
And I didn’t get shit from my dad
I gotta admit I gotta lot of fake pages
To see where them niggas is at
Niggas going to start with that internet cap
Like we don’t put niggas on citizens app
If it ain’t no love don’t give me a dap
I can feel when it’s [?] in the air
If it’s up then we leavin’ it there
Hollows cook him them medium rare
That nigga puttin’ my voice on a song
It’s clear you see that he weird
I ain’t tryna make no dissеs nah
I want that boy of the hit list
Be the samе niggas that wanted a friendship
And look how they switch
Whatever they claim that shit to my dick
Stay by the river go swim with the fish
Look at me back with a vengeance
Police ain’t tryna get back the original
So I just got a new pending
I put my bitch in a Benz
While I’m in a Honda but fuck it
It’s tented this what I use for the spinning
All the clips extended
I said my body is different
Hold on look
I don’t got time for the internet thugs
I ain’t really into the subs
Say the wrong thing and a hitter going come
And imma just pay him a dub
Wonder if these niggas noticed
Way before COVID
I been doing hit with my mask off
I do not fuck with no rodents
I shoot at opponents and then I skrrt off in a [?]
Look, fuck all them niggas cuz I’m tryna stack bread
Look, I don’t wanna argue cuz I get you pop like a blackhead
Look, I’m ain’t even [?] but I let you know what that mac said
Look, you don’t die when we spin then lay down and act dead
Uh these niggas actin’ like bitches
By throwing a tantrum
Oh his farther got money
Okay we going hold him for random
Look, they say that I’m pussy
But show me a nigga I ran from
Look, the police going label my music the homicide anthem
Drilling in style do a hit out the Fantom
I got some youngins that spray tech
They shoot a nigga like Apex
And then come straight to my crib for a paycheck
I know them nigga hatin’ that Zay next
Fuck it cuz people salute that
Them niggas tellin’ my business
The bitches accept the fact that I shoot back
We put a opp in the air that’s a new pack
Been on this shit since a shorty
If you was outside and you know the vibes
That’s cuz you bout to be forty
Moral of the story these niggas be corny
This is the firing zone
Niggas will go hit the club
But really should be in retirement homes
Buying a chop like I’m buying a phone
It’s a necessity
These niggas actin’ like ain’t respect for me
If it ain’t that then it gotta be jealousy
Gettin’ them mad is really my specialty
I’m slappin’ they pride
I don’t know why they going talk bout my guys
Like everyone don’t got a homie that died
Whenever we slide they cover their eyes (Why?)
Cuz it will get graphic
Yea it was deep but nobody had it
Twenty-five niggas sharing one ratchet
They sendin’ threats but nothing going happen
They know my bop
This is a message to get off my cock
Whatever they throw up the shit that I drop