ZAZI - Joey Trap

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