City Morgue
This Shit Right Here (Demo)
[Intro]
Uh, Sleezy
Oh my God, Ronny

[Verse 1: SosMula]
(Mula)
Fuck the fame, I can't switch (No no), pussy n***as ain't this (Fuck outta here)
They ain't gang, gang shit (Brrah), red beam, can't miss (Blaow)
Adiós, gotta go (Mula), knock your soul out your clothes (Rrah)
Whippin' O's, out the bowl (Work), I get dough, I control (Mula)
Pull up in a Vanquish (Skrrt), flexin' with your main bitch (Slide)
Still sellin' 'caine bricks (Work), talking sign language (Mula)
I sell blow, lot of blow (Work), I'm Pablo, El Chapo (Work)
Tippie toe and prod it up (Mula), Dolce and Gabbana, ho (Splash)
Woah, woah, woah, woah, ride four deep like carpool (Skrrt)
Paint your block 'round like it's art school (Blaow)
Big Tommy Gun like a cartoon (Blaow)
Shoot n***as down with the harpoon (Rrah)
N***as comin' home from upstate bids (Work)
Where the bricks at? Gotta take the kids (Work)
Where the bricks at? We gon' break your ribs (Mula)

[Chorus: ZillaKami]
In the Lamborghini, that's the getaway (Yeah)
Dual exhaust, the smoke be puffin' in your face (Yeah)
N***as talk, they oh so frontin', okay
N***as claim, "Oh so you banging?" You fake (Okay, okay, okay)
[Verse 2: ZillaKami]
Pull up on a oppa', pass the chopper, turn them inside out (Okay)
Pull up on the house, in a Aston, put it in your mouth (Okay)
See me in the streets, money stickin' to my cleats (Wassup?)
Got heaters, you want the beef, got reapers, you wanna leave (Wassup?)
Ayy, it's Z (Yeah), Turbo Porsche cream (Yeah)
Stretch limousine, got the Glock in my jeans (Okay)
Bitch, I serve fiends, got the rocks in my sleeves (Yeah)
Bitch, I flip P's, cops outside, then leave (Okay, okay, okay)

[Chorus: ZillaKami]
In the Lamborghini, that's the getaway (Yeah)
Dual exhaust, the smoke be puffin' in your face (Yeah)
N***as talk, they oh so frontin', okay
N***as claim, "Oh so you banging?" You fake (Okay, okay, okay)