Cyssero

Cyssero - Intro lyrics

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[Verse:] 

Lets talk about it what 

Cyss will throw the beam guaranteed you wont walk up out it 

I aint playing 

watch a nigga haul ass for his life when them hollow tips start spraying 

Cyss is sick, get a grip, when he spit 

every verse crack, you get shitted on like Biggie Skit 

thoughts of me embedding in you get rid of it 

I'm the man, you don't understand you illiterate 

I'm hot as a semi shot, oc, when the semi grip 

make him strip naked like he about to go skinny dip 

shit, beef what you think you about 

until I press iron to your shirt, like I'm trying to knock a wrinkle out 

grip the steel when shit get for real 

chop until the clip drop them shots split your grill 

I'm dumb nice fuck who you get to spill 

because them niggas you think hot will see cyss and chill 

I remember night school, couldn't make it to the class 

I was paper chasing, caking on the ave, making me sum cash 

My fiends like ball players because they either shoot or they take it to the glass 

44 mag breaking him in half 

he a bitch with a dick, you probably take it in the ass 

oh you grind and you work with that work right 

until them shotgun pellets jump in your shirt like 

BLAO! you will get murked because I bust and I squirt pipes 

oc, you will get popped like the clutch on a dirk bike 

I work right, with a half a block 

I can lock a block and a half, and half your block 

no joke, i smoke grass a lot 

that's why my bars out this world like astronauts 

I never had a pop, no father figure 

so when its drama my finger recline the trigger 

spit rounds, the ground, I'll put you fellas on it 

because the chopper I chop, dont got propellers on it 

I'm a young threat, yup 

and I'm still butt fucking the rap game, and I aint cum yet 

I aint done yet, so let me see something 

like uhh yes, I'm just pre cumming 

hold on you see me you see a g coming 

we see you we see a flea coming 

your wife a smut what is all the fronting about 

I just get sucked, get fucked, nut in her mouth 

or i can get fucked, get sucked, nut in her mouth 

you be smooching on her lips she be smooching on my dick 

keep your lips closed I'm quick to grip pistols 

spit those, oh you a fighter lets see you get those 

I don't miss foes split those leave him with hit clothes 

with 1 nine and 1 trey eight like my zip code
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Language: English

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