"ZAZI" lyrics
Ay, Skinny buggin'
Lit about a half a pound, we smokin' zazi
Servin' fentanyl, this turn you to a lifeless body
Way I'm getting all these riches, bitch I feel like Roddy
Someone grab the shotty, me and skinny [?]
I be riding with that pistol while I count my money
Stay protected from these pussy niggas that be actin' funny
Make it rain up on my bitches 'til this shit get sunny
Shawty smarter than a bitch, but damn her head really go dummy
Fuck I look like being sad about some Thotiana?
Shoot, we racing in the 'Rari, bitch I'm really right behind ya
I put bread up on my team but I'm the one survivor
How my niggas switch up on me quick, man I can't trust a liar
Uh, ay
Diamond: 30 bands
Went and got a chain with your lil' money, bitch I'm buyin' land
I be on the beach in Costa Rica chillin' on the sand
Reason I don't need no poker face is you can't see my hands
Ay, make them bitches fold
Trappin' out departments with the bricks and y'all done went a told
How y'all niggas snitching in the city? Boy, this shit get cold
Fuck it; by the time police up on us, work already sold
Shit, the ATMs is changing systems. We already scammed
Might as well go grab your father's mother 'cause we sellin' grams
How you watching everything I do, man all you niggas fans
Bitch, I feel just like a German Shepherd way we swervin' lambs
Make them shoulders work
Fish scale dancin' on the Yola, make the boulders twerk
Bitch ass thick as fuck around an make a soldier flirt
Sip codeine and fuck around and make the soda purp'
How you say you trap and never sold no zazi?
Lookin' for the 3, I got but 2 and then we cop some molly
Bitch is on her knees, she want a choo I told her that's a body
Want to work for free but I don't front, I told them niggas "Sorry"
Ballin' on the beat and me and Skinny really [?] the scotty
Ah
Mother fuck
Ay, mother fuck, yuh
Ay, call me Mr. Hova
Lit about a half a pound, we smokin' zazi
Servin' fentanyl, this turn you to a lifeless body
Way I'm getting all these riches, bitch I feel like Roddy
Someone grab the shotty, me and skinny [?]
I be riding with that pistol while I count my money
Stay protected from these pussy niggas that be actin' funny
Make it rain up on my bitches 'til this shit get sunny
Shawty smarter than a bitch, but damn her head really go dummy
Fuck I look like being sad about some Thotiana?
Shoot, we racing in the 'Rari, bitch I'm really right behind ya
I put bread up on my team but I'm the one survivor
How my niggas switch up on me quick, man I can't trust a liar
Uh, ay
Diamond: 30 bands
Went and got a chain with your lil' money, bitch I'm buyin' land
I be on the beach in Costa Rica chillin' on the sand
Reason I don't need no poker face is you can't see my hands
Ay, make them bitches fold
Trappin' out departments with the bricks and y'all done went a told
How y'all niggas snitching in the city? Boy, this shit get cold
Fuck it; by the time police up on us, work already sold
Shit, the ATMs is changing systems. We already scammed
Might as well go grab your father's mother 'cause we sellin' grams
How you watching everything I do, man all you niggas fans
Bitch, I feel just like a German Shepherd way we swervin' lambs
Make them shoulders work
Fish scale dancin' on the Yola, make the boulders twerk
Bitch ass thick as fuck around an make a soldier flirt
Sip codeine and fuck around and make the soda purp'
How you say you trap and never sold no zazi?
Lookin' for the 3, I got but 2 and then we cop some molly
Bitch is on her knees, she want a choo I told her that's a body
Want to work for free but I don't front, I told them niggas "Sorry"
Ballin' on the beat and me and Skinny really [?] the scotty
Ah
Mother fuck
Ay, mother fuck, yuh
Ay, call me Mr. Hova
