ZAZA

Boom, boom, uh
(Ayo, Ray, where the keys at?)

You can hear that hot shit, we really pop shit
When we drop shit, you copped it, we really drop shit
Who got the keys to the locksmith? I'm finna flock shit
Y'all be all up on my dick like this gon' make y'all profit, look
Hit his mata-ta, that shit go bananas, na-na, na-na-na
I don't beef with Gerbers, he a baby, goo-goo, ga-ga-ga
Grra-ta-ta, .40 hit him, make him do the cha-cha-cha
Nah, nah, nah, I don't want the block, I want the ZaZa
Are you dumb? You ain't spin a block, you a damn lie
Suck a dick, you ain't kill shit, you let your mans die
Tell me you not feeling shit 'cause we was killing shit
'Member days when we was hitting shit, don't want to reminisce
Look, lil' shawty got the body-ody, ody-ody
Slimy mouth, she gave me sloppy-toppy in the Maserati
Are you dumb? Where couldn't I come?
Are you dumb? When you see me, you better run
You got your gun? They caught that nigga lacking like a bitch
They killed your cousin and your man and you still ain't do shit

And we still screaming out "Gang, gang, gang," look
Free the guys in the chain-gang-gang
Finna go insane, let it bang, bang, bang
I'ma up this chopper, get out my way

Get out my way I'm coming through, boom
Go get your fans up, he in the dirt, go pick your mans up
Dummy, like fuck a booth, go get a strap, look
It's funny, your man is never coming back
Boy, you dumb enough, dumb or what?
Ain't no fighting, boy, that gun is up, go try running up
She keep sending me emoji, how she tryna fuck or what?
Girl, I'm good, already fucked enough, but you could suck me up

And we still screaming out "Gang, gang, gang," look
Free the guys in the chain-gang-gang
Finna go insane, let it bang, bang, bang
I'ma up this chopper, get out my way