| I can’t fuck with you, I know your type, I know you slime
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| Yeah, I’m ridin' with the gang wrong or right, yeah, every time
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| We gon' take these bags to different states, who volunteerin' to drive?
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| This shit for the brave-hearted, if you scary, you can’t ride
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| Broke nigga ain’t got no gas money tryin' to bum a ride
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| Swipin' with some shades and some fake dreads, I improvise
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| They don’t wanna see me win, they sit back and they criticize
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| This is real ZaZa, with the bags, I charge 'em thirty-five
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| Pussy nigga don’t know his strains, I’ma tax him every time
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| He don’t bust the seal no more, he know it’s quality every time
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| She can’t wait for me to get home, we fuck for hours every time
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| If it’s smoke, you know it’s up there, I ain’t tryna reconcile
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| I ain’t tryna go back to poverty, I ain’t tryna relate to you
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| I ain’t got no time to kick it, I got better shit to do
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| I ain’t trickin' on no bitch, I got kids who gotta eat
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| And Versace on my feet, Chain Reaction, black and white
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| I be swipin' day and night, I be servin' day and night
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| Trap shit in my DNA, I can’t help but catch a play
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| Trap shit in my DNA, I can’t help but serve a J
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| I buy nothin' but fast cars to make sure I get away
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| Niggas takin' space up in the trap, I swear they in the way
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| I keep nothin' but shooters with me, I should join the NBA
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| Catchin' plays in Dior B22's, that orange and gray
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| I got Band-Aids on my mind, so I’m worrying every day, hey
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| I can’t fuck with you, I know your type, I know you slime
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| Yeah, I’m ridin' with the gang wrong or right, yeah, every time
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| We gon' take these bags to different states, who volunteerin' to drive?
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| This shit for the brave-hearted, if you scary, you can’t ride
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| Broke nigga ain’t got no gas money tryin' to bum a ride
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| Swipin' with some shades and some fake dreads, I improvise
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| They don’t wanna see me win, they sit back and they criticize
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| This is real ZaZa, with the bags, I charge 'em thirty-five |