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Zaba Freestyle
Jay Fizzle
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Ayy yo Zay
Okay
If you ain't smokin' 'Tello then you smokin' Melo
Put that back, put that back
Damn
Only exotic, talkin' 'bout
Gang, gang
Big Grape
'Luminati
Let's go
I only smoke exotic, if you ain't mine, please don't pass me that
Gon' cost you a Benji, want a three-five of this shit I got
Smokin' on that what the fuck, this shit right here expensive, jack
10K for a 'bow of Donatello, might just send a pack
Real street nigga, knock your bitch move in the spot and trap it out
Niggas don't wanna beef with me, start sparkin', have 'em tappin' out
Lil' bitch say the wrong thing, gotta
Turn 'round, might just smack her out
Big Grape run my hood, if they say
Different, then they nothin' but cowards
Got big racks on me, call it paddle
Water like a scuba diver
Fours up on the Benzo make me sit up like a truck I'm drivin'
My zip niggas, they real conniving
No doubt they gon' fuck lil'
Too fly like I'm Dapper Dan, I told them bitches all my status
Never met a nigga like Big Grape, bitch, I'm one of a kind
Stared at my ice too long, that light show made lil' shorty blind
All I fuck is dimes, I might just fuck 'round, fuck her eight or nine
All my bitches know is OnSight, so ho don't come waste my time
Smokin' on Biscotti 41 mixed with that Gusher, man
Ten bands for a 'bow of this shit or you ain't gon' taste a strand
Big Grape in my Faygo, might just pour up in a soda can
Pop me a lil' Addy, watch I take off up in Wonderland
2K for these shoes up on my feet, walkin' on half a 'bow
Summertime, break out them fans
Break out them Jeeps, take off the doors
Four bad bitches turnt up in my truck and I ain't wearin' no clothes
Gang pull up, kidnap your bitch and now you ain't even got no ho
Okay
Gang
Paper Route 'Luminati
Verse two
I ain't done yet, nigga
Talkin' 'bout, let's go
Gold on me like Mr. T
Real street nigga, no wannabe
Ice cubes on my wrist and feet
Your lil' bitch can't stop touchin' me
Pull up in big body B
Fishbowl just so you can see
Hop out limpin' like a pimp 'cause I got all these racks on me
Smokin' on this lil' bitch, she from Cali, I'm from Tennessee
My shit gang firin' plus her pussy wet just like a water ski
'Tello by the pound and we smoke packs with sizes for a tree
My plug out this shit in my pockets
Today, this shit ain't nothin' to me