Bad Bad (Za-Mix)
Pa-pa, pa
Its Young ZaZa, Za, aye
Pa-pa, pa
Its Young ZaZa, Za
Aye, aye woah
Young Za came back like they left 'em for dead
Aye, woah
Yeah he popped out on them niggas gettin' bread
Aye, woah
Gettin' money yes sir
Bitch I thought you love me, how the fuck you do me bad
Got me so tight, got my hoes right, i'm in my bag
Told my main bitch just sit tight, I'll be right back
We on defense baby girl and I'm finna' go get this sack
With all these demons on my back, whats yo' name I'm losin' track
We up, they just sent the cashapp, that mean no texting back
They keep telling me about better days, I'm seeing black
I gave up on trynna' find a way, I stole a map aye
Look I keep the pole 'cause I know them niggas creepin
But I'll be damned, if niggas leave my momma weepin
I ain't doing no hiding, I'm poppin' out every weekend
I stay to myself, think I won't leave his ass stinkin
He don't even know Za get to trippin' when he drinkin
It's blood in these eyes, can't even tell you what I'm thinkin
But bitch I can promise you that I'm not the one to tweak with
Laughing and smilin' I sit back, and get to thinkin
My big brother died, being with some niggas he be with
Thats why I ain't got no trust for niggas (At all)
I be trynna' get the fuck from niggas
Young Za came back he trippin' seein' red
Aye, woah
Fuck allat squashin' shit, he said he want em dead
Aye, woah
My foot been on the gas
I been going through it, If you knew me, that shit in the past
Trynna' dap me up thinkin' we homies, bitch don't make me laugh
I been on some different shit
Woah, aye
Cause they been on some switchin' shit
All I want is money, I ain't got no time for differences
I stand out in public, I ain't worried 'bout yo' image bitch
My soul bleedin' baby, yeah, I been through some shit
They had to pick Jaymoo body up out the street
My back bleeding baby, yeah they keep backstabbin' me
Shorty gotta come at my head, she think 'bout having me
Cause this shit ain't easy, I'm gettin' used to 'em leavin'
I ain't got no trust for you, so don't gimme no reason
Aye the way they did me bad, don't know how my heart beatin'
Aye, God have mercy on me, fightin' these demons
Aye, long live the guys, yeah i'm still down here weepin'
They did me bad bad
Ain't no getting past that
Aye, aye
Ain't no gettin' past that, aye, woah
Ain't no gettin' past that bad
Its Young ZaZa, Za, aye
Pa-pa, pa
Its Young ZaZa, Za
Aye, aye woah
Young Za came back like they left 'em for dead
Aye, woah
Yeah he popped out on them niggas gettin' bread
Aye, woah
Gettin' money yes sir
Bitch I thought you love me, how the fuck you do me bad
Got me so tight, got my hoes right, i'm in my bag
Told my main bitch just sit tight, I'll be right back
We on defense baby girl and I'm finna' go get this sack
With all these demons on my back, whats yo' name I'm losin' track
We up, they just sent the cashapp, that mean no texting back
They keep telling me about better days, I'm seeing black
I gave up on trynna' find a way, I stole a map aye
Look I keep the pole 'cause I know them niggas creepin
But I'll be damned, if niggas leave my momma weepin
I ain't doing no hiding, I'm poppin' out every weekend
I stay to myself, think I won't leave his ass stinkin
He don't even know Za get to trippin' when he drinkin
It's blood in these eyes, can't even tell you what I'm thinkin
But bitch I can promise you that I'm not the one to tweak with
Laughing and smilin' I sit back, and get to thinkin
My big brother died, being with some niggas he be with
Thats why I ain't got no trust for niggas (At all)
I be trynna' get the fuck from niggas
Young Za came back he trippin' seein' red
Aye, woah
Fuck allat squashin' shit, he said he want em dead
Aye, woah
My foot been on the gas
I been going through it, If you knew me, that shit in the past
Trynna' dap me up thinkin' we homies, bitch don't make me laugh
I been on some different shit
Woah, aye
Cause they been on some switchin' shit
All I want is money, I ain't got no time for differences
I stand out in public, I ain't worried 'bout yo' image bitch
My soul bleedin' baby, yeah, I been through some shit
They had to pick Jaymoo body up out the street
My back bleeding baby, yeah they keep backstabbin' me
Shorty gotta come at my head, she think 'bout having me
Cause this shit ain't easy, I'm gettin' used to 'em leavin'
I ain't got no trust for you, so don't gimme no reason
Aye the way they did me bad, don't know how my heart beatin'
Aye, God have mercy on me, fightin' these demons
Aye, long live the guys, yeah i'm still down here weepin'
They did me bad bad
Ain't no getting past that
Aye, aye
Ain't no gettin' past that, aye, woah
Ain't no gettin' past that bad
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Writer(s): Zhaire Simmons
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