Deathstroke *2018* lyrics

[Intro: Heist]
(It's MJL, ho) Ayy

[Verse 1: Heist & Zotiyac]
Long live uncle, '94
He caught a hollow to the throat
Never trust a n*gga of these b*tches, on my momma soul
Money over everything, I gotta get it on my own
All about the profit, get to plottin', like, run in yo' home (Uh, uh)

[Verse 2: Zotiyac]
We get to plottin' and get goin'
Run in with a stock on that chrome
And this sh*t kickin' like soccer on bro
And I put that on Jock, if you trip, I'm gon' blow
Uppin' the Smithen, this sh*t for the rolls
sh*t, n*ggas can't always be broke
Ain't gettin' sh*t without sellin' no dope
But I did get this sh*t without sellin' my soul
He ain't on sh*t, he know he a poser
Post on a block, put that boy on a poster
Tottin' a mop, ain't no Glock, ain't no holster
If it's 'bout bread, we pop up like a toaster
Double my cup and it slide like a coaster
Foe got a b*tch, look like Rosa Acosta
She suck me up but she still can't sleep over
Boy, I wake up a b*tch on my couch just like Opera
[Verse 3: HM Bando & Heist]
Ayy, I wake up and hit up the room
Got racks in the packs, so you know it
Ayy, I stack up the money and go
And hit up [?] just to go blow it
Bad b*tches with me, she barely got titties
But holdin' the glizzy and servin' the hippies
Come in and get me, I'm comin' with fifty
We come in a jiffy and leave yo' ass stiffy
Hop in the coupe and we makin' it [?]
b*tch on my di*k and she see I got older
Make her eat it [?] she turn to a loner
Choppa beat him up, we don't need a donor
All of this weed, I turned to a stoner
All of this green, it turned to my odor
Ball with my team 'cause nobody get over
Stay with the heater, get colder than polar (Ayy)

[Verse 4: Heist]
We got Glocks, [?] the property
.40 spittin', hollows havin' a harmony
n*ggas poppin' but they movin' so akwardly
f*ck her yesterday and now she keep callin' me
Pushin P's, bust it down to the zip
Got the grip, now these hollows gon' spit
Stay inside 'cause that n*gga a snitch
I got a stick for a n*gga who trip
[Verse 5: Zotiyac]
He said he on it, he look like a f*ck boy
You takin' somethin', I wish you good luck, boy
You already know, [?] bust toys
We don't waste time with this sh*t, we just up, boy
So, [?] me respect, had the upmost
I spray them cutters around on my cutthroat
I put yo' brother underground with a red rose
Come through and gut some sh*t down like I'm Deathstroke