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Skrilla - Onomatopoeia Lyrics

[Intro: Zy Benji]
(Mvmbo)
And I only rap on Sundays

[Verse 1: Zy Benji]
He ain't want his face, my brother took it I guess it's finders keepers
We in and out in 30 seconds or less go ahead and time the meter
Fuck you and your dead homies, go ahead and cry river
Another body we puttin' all the bodies inside a coliseum
I know some niggas who got hit way back and they need calcium
Stuff a Kriss Vect inside that bitch, bro, you don't need the drum
He got dreads but went and got a hat because he needed one
My bitch said, you need to see ya son, damn, look what I've become
I hope my son don't try shoot his pop just like he Durk son
Zy Benji, this my second form, got different versions
Can't wait to catch a nigga one-on-one just like a Versus
If rap don't pay, I whip my wrist, I'm good in cursive
We forcing it, we turnt a 2 door coupe into a 5-seater
If it's that deep we shoot the bitch too, you know what bye Felicia
Switch & drac' go off, make different sounds like ONOMATOPOEIA
My judge told me how many years I'm facin', I know I'ma beat it
If I get locked I want the biggest charge, I want a racketeerin'
My Russian plug, build a switch for you, his name Vladimir
The draco squeeze, it get smoky and change the atmosphere
Get back ain't really got no date just don't take seven years
Shit, if I got to, I'ma shoot out Jag trucks like I'm from Jacksonville
Off a pill, he gon' kill all day, give him an Adderall
Just don't go to jail and tell them people you gettin' sabotaged
You said my name, now the whole district think I'm a mastermind
All my cards, be on the table, shit like a natural nine
Whatever I do, I'ma stand on it, no, I ain't camouflaged
Boy, you soft as dandelion, you ain't harder than Chrisean
Hit a opp, he did the party rock, and now it's Hammer Time
I ain't talkin' rap videos, but I got camera time
I put Two shooters on both different sides, and now it's sandwich time
I been told niggas, I bang high like Noah Farrakhan
[Verse 2: Skrilla]
Feel like my son gon' be a shooter, feel like Bronny and LeBron
I'm shootin' shit like 1Mirs, play backseat, I'm James Bond
Crunch time, walk downs to get back, it takes time
Jeff Dahm, I'm snatchin' souls like I'm the Reaper, take mine
Showed the bitch a micro drac', she asked me am I OvO
Each O, 50 round mag, that's a hundred more
Told the bitch, fuck me on that money, fuck me on that floor
Pullin' up, presidential, feel like Barack in the zoom', Kenzo
Zombieland, I done made it out the trench, but I can't never leave the hood
Mama asked me why I go back, mama, I know that I'm good
Fell in love with servin' custies, I'm just a little misunderstood
Servin' custies got the block hot, pull out loud with a new strike
Sayin' prince, the Elegua, to take my soul, and reunite her
I been up all day off Jigga's, I been up pullin' all nighters
Brodie askin' you for a one, I whip the switch, I ain't a fighter
Snake fam

[Outro: Zy Benji]
And I only rap on Sundays