ZAZA - 6ix9ine

Boom—, boom—, uh

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 locks mith? I'm finna flock shit

Y'all be all upon my dick like this gon' make y'all profit, look

Hit his matha-tha

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 feelin' shit 'cause we was killin' shit

'Member days when we was hittin' 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 lackin' like a bitch, they killed your cousin and your man and you still ain't do shit

And we still screamin' 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 comin' 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 comin' back

Boy, you dumb enough—, dumb or what?

Ain't no fightin', boy, that gun is up, go try runnin' up

She keep sendin' me emoji, how she tryna fuck or what?

Girl, I'm good, already fucked enough, but you could suck me up

And we still screamin' 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