ZaZa

Lyrics

[Intro] (FBeat go crazy) (FBeat producing all the heat) [Verse 1] The only reason that I broke was to see if a nigga still got it Yeah, I'm still poppin', I carry steel often You know I'm pill poppin', my niggas real goblins Nigga play around with me, I had to killshot 'em Ay, I'm really on it, ask about me nigga I don't hesitate to blow it I got big bands in the bottom of my Louis bag This nigga' bitch hella bad so I know he mad I be ready for whateva 100 in the mag Give his toe a tag, leave ya body in the bag I just put her on some molly, now she actin' bad But you know me, I need Fiji like im mr. Krabs Ay, where them bands, lil baby Put that money in my hands, lil baby Ay, I be doin' what he can't, lil baby He a fan, not a man, why you playin' with him, baby Ay, listen, nigga check it out Shots poppin' outta P90, this shit wrеckin' house Lasers, chillin' on the fan, this is not a tasеr Nigga try to say it's smoke, turn him to a vapor [Chorus] Nigga, I'm smokin' ZaZa Ali in the Baba Bitch I got that white girl like I'm Lady Gaga I got Gucci, Louis, Louis, Fendi and the Prada Magic trick, I broke the cash, Voila Ay, I'm smokin' Zaza Ali in the Baba Bitch I got that white girl like I'm Lady Gaga I got Gucci, Louis, Louis, Fendi and the Prada Magic trick, I broke the pockets for the cash, Voila [Verse 2] I don't want no Backwood, where to grab the leaf Hit a lil baby off the perc, get to smackin' cheeks (on the perc' thing) Nigga, how you wanna play it All these niggas really pussy, boy I hate to say it Ay, but you ain't ballin' on a budget nigga If you ain't know then ask around, we really thuggin' nigga Who the fuck do this bitch think she talkin to 20 bands on me in the club when I'm walking through (I'm like a band-aid) Yeah, I'm in the different tax bracket (tax bracket) Yeah, so I stay around from niggas 'cause they backstabbin' (stay away from) No in effect, we blitz niggas, this is not Madden (we go blitzin') We keep them choppas in the whip, we do not stashin' Yeah, they know a nigga rich, know a nigga lit (know a nigga lit) They know (?) and put 'em choppers in this bitch (dr-dr-drr) Drums on us, we get to rockin' niggas bitch (drums on it) Like we out at club in Houston , rockets in this bitch (Ay ay) [Chorus] I'm smokin' ZaZa Ali in the Baba Bitch I got that white girl like I'm Lady Gaga I got Gucci, Louis, Louis, Fendi and the Prada Magic trick, I broke the pocket for the cash, Voila [Outro] Nigga Ay Ay Bitch!(FBeat go crazy)