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Classic Trap
JuiceTheKidd, Zay Loco
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Ayy
Ayy
I like new shit and old shit, this beat make me so sick
Codeine is so thick, I'm leanin' like "oh shit"
Money, can't fold it and pockets can't hold it
Smokin' on dope, man, this shit is so potent
Stank like a rodent and fatties I roll it
Getting so high, can't remember the moment
Rap 'cause I do this, these niggas be foolish
I got so much talent, we gon' make it to it
Ay, ay
Ay, ay
Ay, ay
Ay, ay
These niggas is average, make money like magic
I spit all these flames, I will burn you like matches
My niggas they savage, they all keep a ratchet
We don't duck no action, so link and it's crackin'
I swear you could have it, my team we bring havoc
I hit you like cashiers, he flick like a mattress
These niggas so sheep, they be softer than fabric
Lil Juice, he up next, he freestylin', he wildin'
Ay, ay
Ay, ay
Ay, ay
Ay, ay
Hey Zay bro
We finna kill these niggas, man
They ain't shit bro, for real
I'ma show these motherfuckers what's up
Ayy
Whole time, I was on some different shit
Niggas talking dumb until I pull up where his house is
Run up in that bitch and now he quiet like a mouse is
Prolly run up in your house and fuck your fucking spouse quick
Then I hit the car, boy
Whole time, I'm rolling off the bars in the car, boy
Spitting bars, off the bars, I can make it far, boy
I'll be on Mars, yeah, currently in the car, boy
Curry, that's a .30 on my hip, don't get scarred, boy
Ayy, I play the game but I don't play games
These niggas lame, run up on me, bitch, I bet I change frames
Get it? My Glock got a picture, my mouth got a swisher
You run up or you fake like illusions, ain't nothing else to it
I've been getting money since day one
My brother locked up, won't let him out like Akon
The whole time I'm 18, bitch I'm like "Ay Dog"
These niggas want that snake sauce, turn 'em to Nate Dogg
Now who the fuck these niggas think they is though?
I'm handlin' my biz, smokin' this reefer like Khalifa, I'm not a Wiz, ho
You run up on me, yeah, I got the Glock out the window
Nerdy brain from your bitch, ain't talkin' about Winslow
Whoa, now let me go ahead and spit it
I'm Stevie Wonder with this shit, you niggas can't see figures
I'm in the cut, motherfucker ain't talking scissors
Bitches like O.Z, and I ain't talkin' about wizard (go figure)