SINALØA (Original Version)

[Chorus: ZillaKami] Ayy, slide up in the cut Better knuck, better buck We don't duck, bitch, what's up? We don't duck, bitch, what's up? I'm a dog, man, I ain't trained That shit I'll take to the grave That shit I'll take to the grave That shit I'll take to the grave [Verse 1: ZillaKami] I spray the K ambidextrous Snatchin' her necklace, wildin' like bogies off Actavis Banned, stuffin' the duffel with bands Holdin' the dog, it get snatched out your hands Say say, spray K, K-Nay lay lay Every day-day gettin' paid, never catch fade Glock and a .22, Glock and a .22 Niggas wanna talk, talk sitting there, choo, choo Little fuckin' cokehead wanna go, tell him, "Let him go" Russian Roulette with a full clip, Glock, no reload Say what I want, nigga, fuck all your feelings I run with that heater, that's heathens to demons You talking, not fightin', my fists don't got reasons My nigga's don't reason, that's hoes that be speakin' [Verse 2: SosMula] (Mula!) Thug life, bitch had a 2Pac moment (2Pac) Fresh hold nigga with the Guwop stomach (Guwop) Spin through your block with the uwop bustin' (Blaow) Ran through the east, like, who block want it? (Fuck outta here) Got the bitch down and I smoke all the dirt Bust out the back like a hole poker shirt (Big bags) Bust your bitch ass, need more and more Percs (Slide) Your favorite rapper a broke, hold his dirt (Fuck outta here) What happened to you? (Blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow) Laughing at you for havin' to shoot Sawed off will take off a fraction of you, Mac Baller views (MBF) Mad that your boo blew her back in the coupe (Slide) I was 16, sellin' crack by the school Million in cash, all the racks that I blew (Mula!) Look in the mirror, who nicer to you? Biting my style like Tyson would do (Mula!) [Chorus: ZillaKami] Ayy, slide up in the cut Better knuck, better buck We don't duck, bitch, what's up? We don't duck, bitch, what's up? I'm a dog, man, I ain't trained That shit I'll take to the grave That shit I'll take to the grave That shit I'll take to the grave [Verse 3: 6ix9ine] Boy, fuck you thought? Nigga, my hands don't talk Nigga, my bite don't bark (Brrt) Fuck you thought? Nigga, you ain't no star You slide up and get lockjaw I paid for the Glock then I came to the block Gunshot, gunshot, one time, one time I paid for the rocks, I stuffed in the socks One sale, one sale, top-notch, top-notch I run up on nigga, go ape on a nigga No face, no trace, no case on a nigga Black switchblade to the face of a nigga Never ever will I catch a fade from a nigga Scum Squad, don't know y'all You scu face, I'll split y'all Get pieced up, no Jigsaw Run up wrong, get hit torn (Squad!)