’Lil Kubota – Zapruder Lyrics

Zapruder – ’Lil Kubota Lyrics

Riding with my homies you don’t know me bitch I’m on a spree

Rev my Bota hope ya grow a carcinoma, I’ll sip tea

Shiftin gears, short your years, approachin’ ramming speed

Head on collision is my mission, I just totaled your esprit

Aye, I’m just tryna have a good time

It just so happens I’m committing lots of crimes

Aye, you gon’ be headline New York Times

Me’an’ your bitch be sippin’ syrup like it’s wine

I’d paint my Bota purple but I don’t want god to smite me down

I promise to the Lord I’m always orange— the color of my crown

Codeine cut with OJ, ain’t no sprite cause I don’t fuck around

No green bullshit ‘round here cause you’re Rihanna— I’m Chris Brown

Aye, if I werе you I’d keep my top up (top up)

You never know when Bota shootеrs gonna pop up (pop up)

Aye, you know by now that I’m a chronic drug abuser

But I still got good ‘nuff aim to fuckin’ recreate Zapruder

This shit’s serious, ya’ll. DEAD fuckin’ serious

I be doing origami on my opps, I fold em into props

Origami pocket pussy fuckin’ on em til they drops

Pullin’ out to crank it harder than a music box

Spray my icing on your cake while Bota shooters spin the blocks

Orange spray paint right on my taint

I still pull weight although I’m baked

I’ll tie you to the radiator and I’ll fuckin’ grape yuh (GRAPE!)

No paint job is gonna fix the way I’ll gape yuh

Aye, if I were you I’d keep my top up (top up)

You never know when Bota shooters gonna pop up (pop up)

Aye, you know by now that I’m a chronic drug abuser

But I still got good ‘nuff aim to fuckin’ recreate Zapruder

My skin routine like DJT

My SUV is VIP

When I see red I just see green

Now let me hit that DMT

Aye, if I were you I’d keep my top up (top up)

You never know when Bota shooters gonna pop up (pop up)

Aye, you know by now that I’m a chronic drug abuser

But I still got good ‘nuff aim to fuckin’ recreate Zapruder