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Amuse - Iris Lyrics

[Intro]
I will make your corpse dance

[Verse 1: Heist187]
Roll the gas, aromatic cigars
Asian bitch, yeah she look like Mulan
Uppin that .40 them hollows go far
Ronny bust it convert from a Glock
24 niggas out there like props
Don't believe it, eyes always on watch
Trappin', movin', school wasn't on clock
In the hall, had the zip in my sock

[Verse 2: ZOTiYAC]
Fuck all that wolfing, I don't be jeffing
If you ain't pushin', fuck is you pressin'
Niggas be federal, askin' me questions
I give a fuck if I made an impression nigga
That MP, Smith and Wesson nigga
Don't try to run I'ma catch a nigga
Stretch a nigga
Wreck a nigga
Turn your intestines to sections, nigga

[Verse 3: Heist 187]
Ayy, this competition, we gon' wipe you like mops
We start from nothing, how we headed on top
These niggas bluffin', get the fist to the Glock
Descend in that darkness, creep for the opps
Cut the scene now we see who to lock
Money missions, I be servin' on spot
So now the moving, rolling gas in hotbox
Hop in the street, and niggas get shot
[Verse 4: ZOTiYAC]
Man, this nigga a ho
I ain't even hittin' no folks
Nah I ain't kiddin' tho bro
It don't take shit to get smoked
When I get the pole, I got control
He gotta go, he a John Doe
Totin' a 4, but that's just so you know
If you get bold, then I let it go

[Verse 5: ZOTiYAC & Heist 187]
Period, a lot of you niggas delirious
How wet your bitch pussy, I'm curious
She said she love you, believe it, nigga
Ayy, I don't like niggas
I'd rather fight niggas
Nah, fuck that I'd rather just end the shit quicker
Lets get this shit over
And head to the river
The body was floatin', yo' head in the river

[Verse 6: Heist 187]
Yo' brothers got you, believe it, nigga
Ayy, nigga you buying our lyrics
Pussy nigga, yeah, we see through your spirit
Hop in the bag, or hop out your feelings
We gon get money keep stackin' the ceiling
Rob you for pounds, stop wit' the dealing
Off of two Xanax, don't know what I'm thinkin'
Lines to the TEC, nigga, know what I'm drinkin'
[Verse 7: ZOTiYAC]
He thought I was slow
That boy ain't even know
Ayy, one up top nigga I don't cock and load it
Fuckin' wit' me then your skull get exploded
I got a nigga who ready to ice shit
Think he be fuckin' wit' ISIS
Come through crashin' cars in a crisis
Up a full mag and let that hit your Iris, bitch