Zaza

Mook roll up
(Dam Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that)

Make a stupid ass nigga disappear like tada
Pulled up thinking it's smoke, this is not Za
Big bitch, hit everything, I bring them thots out damn
Shit coming off his top but he did not rhyme
Drop his stupid ass, gun disappear like tada
If you see me using hands I'm giving high fives
Froze up with the heat, so now it's my try
Pulled up thinking it's smoke, boy this is not Za

I don't own a convertible, still drop tops
Fuck positive parenting, niggas getting popped
Got the city lit, everybody on my dick now
Probably hopped out but never layed shit down
Tried to say it like me, ain't have the same sound
Fucked the game up, you niggas finna play it out
Im dying in a bitch mouth they wanna take me out
Glizzy got everybody running I ain't chasing clout
Switch got this motherfucker jumping, I might take it out
Thought I met her on the net, she always outta town
Both trying to blow but we ain't talking about the same kind
Out here trying to hit whoever, boy my aim wild
Whacking shit in my hood, don't wanna' make it out
I'll chase a nigga down before I chase some fuckin' clout
Shotty was clean, finna' leave yo' ass stanking now
Left his stupid ass in the air, now he chasing clouds

Make a stupid ass nigga disappear like tada
Pulled up thinking it's smoke, this is not Za
Big bitch, hit everything, I bring them thots out damn
Shit coming off his top but he did not rhyme
Drop his stupid ass, gun disappear like tada
If you see me using hands I'm giving high fives
Froze up with the heat, so now it's my try
Pulled up thinking it's smoke, boy this is not Za



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Writer(s): Cedric Lee Jr Mcclain
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