Big Zaza
Big Zaza to the face
Chase money it's not a race
I trap like every day
I just love to get paid
Come and give me face
Baby how that dick taste
I'm eat it up put that pussy
In my face sit it on a plate
Eat it like a steak
Lick it til she shake
Damn that pussy great
Pushing all this weight
Gotta stay in shape
Not a heavy weight
Then I hit him with the k
762 to his brain
Insane the way it hit his top
Watch his body drop
It will make his heart stop and
If I miss make em do the hopscotch
Infrared beans I got red dots
All you here is shots after shots
We got glocks after glocks and
We Fuck with opps no I don't talk
To cops I just post on blocks
Waiting for a Nigga to plot
I get the drop if it's beef I'm at ya neck
This just like Nike check
This is chess you playing checkers check mate
Fuck Nigga
This money I stack it
That pistol I pack it
These nigga be kappin
Steady acting I'm riding round
I'm strapped in sippin
Lean not gen Percocet molly meet me by 10
Money coming in money coming in
Bitch I'm balling I don't even need a gym
Money coming in money coming in
Bitch I'm balling I don't even need a gym
Money coming in money coming in
Bitch I'm balling I don't even need a gym
Money coming in money coming in
Bitch I'm balling I don't even need a gym
Aye let's get doe stack some mo
Keep a pole that's fasho
He's a hoe and I know
Don't trust bro cause he told
Yeah I know you's a rat
The type of Nigga talk behind my back
Up the pole he walking slow he froze
Oh no that's his soul shouldn't have told
On bro I remember late nights I was dead
Broke didn't have Shit Nigga didn't have hope
Made something out of nothing Nigga this is not
A joke uh oh trap going dummy dumb Finna eat
A hunnibun no you can not have none
Getting money that's so fun
Better go and get you some
All your life you been a bum
Nigga I'm from the slums
So I'm tryna make it out
So I make a way
Bullets flying to his head
So he had to pray
He a shooter but his target got hit
With a stray man cut that shit out
He was talk tuff on the net all day
Fuck Nigga must be gay
Yea send shots to his top
I was running from the cops
When the block got hot
Where the fuck is the guwap
Man this shit don't stop and
The block so hot
Gotta get to the quwap
I send a couple shots
100 rounds to his head
Make sure that Nigga dead
While I'm getting to this bread
I'm just tryna get a head
Fuck her good out her to bed
Then I gotta get some head
These niggas soft call em ted
When I step one in the head
I'll leave a Nigga dead
When it come to getting bread
Ima always be ahead
I got my own work
My own Shit
Chase money it's not a race
I trap like every day
I just love to get paid
Come and give me face
Baby how that dick taste
I'm eat it up put that pussy
In my face sit it on a plate
Eat it like a steak
Lick it til she shake
Damn that pussy great
Pushing all this weight
Gotta stay in shape
Not a heavy weight
Then I hit him with the k
762 to his brain
Insane the way it hit his top
Watch his body drop
It will make his heart stop and
If I miss make em do the hopscotch
Infrared beans I got red dots
All you here is shots after shots
We got glocks after glocks and
We Fuck with opps no I don't talk
To cops I just post on blocks
Waiting for a Nigga to plot
I get the drop if it's beef I'm at ya neck
This just like Nike check
This is chess you playing checkers check mate
Fuck Nigga
This money I stack it
That pistol I pack it
These nigga be kappin
Steady acting I'm riding round
I'm strapped in sippin
Lean not gen Percocet molly meet me by 10
Money coming in money coming in
Bitch I'm balling I don't even need a gym
Money coming in money coming in
Bitch I'm balling I don't even need a gym
Money coming in money coming in
Bitch I'm balling I don't even need a gym
Money coming in money coming in
Bitch I'm balling I don't even need a gym
Aye let's get doe stack some mo
Keep a pole that's fasho
He's a hoe and I know
Don't trust bro cause he told
Yeah I know you's a rat
The type of Nigga talk behind my back
Up the pole he walking slow he froze
Oh no that's his soul shouldn't have told
On bro I remember late nights I was dead
Broke didn't have Shit Nigga didn't have hope
Made something out of nothing Nigga this is not
A joke uh oh trap going dummy dumb Finna eat
A hunnibun no you can not have none
Getting money that's so fun
Better go and get you some
All your life you been a bum
Nigga I'm from the slums
So I'm tryna make it out
So I make a way
Bullets flying to his head
So he had to pray
He a shooter but his target got hit
With a stray man cut that shit out
He was talk tuff on the net all day
Fuck Nigga must be gay
Yea send shots to his top
I was running from the cops
When the block got hot
Where the fuck is the guwap
Man this shit don't stop and
The block so hot
Gotta get to the quwap
I send a couple shots
100 rounds to his head
Make sure that Nigga dead
While I'm getting to this bread
I'm just tryna get a head
Fuck her good out her to bed
Then I gotta get some head
These niggas soft call em ted
When I step one in the head
I'll leave a Nigga dead
When it come to getting bread
Ima always be ahead
I got my own work
My own Shit
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Writer(s): Israel Harris
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