Zone 1 lyrics

[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
Zone 1, lil' n*gga we having it
Posted in the trap, hanging with some savages
Zone 1, lil' n*gga you know that we cappin' it
Four Rari's, four-eight, and I'm matching it
Take the work, then I ship it and pack it
Young n*gga pull on your block with some savages
Zone 1, got pints of the Activis
Zone 1, got pints of the Activis
Pints of the Activis, then sippin' Lean
f*ck with Lil Soulja, get hit with the beam
[?] Turn this sh*t to Halloween
Pull on your block, turn this sh*t to a murder scene
Don't f*ck with Lil Soulja, you know Imma spray
f*cked your baby mama, nutted on her face
Standing in the trap, and I get in a lane
[?] got pints of the Lean

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
Zone 1, you know we having it
Came in the trenches with savages
These n*ggas be broke as f*ck, it's a shame
Soulja [?] make it rain
30 clip sit on my motherf*cking hip, lil' n*gga
Disrespect, I slap the sh*t out a n*gga
Pourin' Lean, and I'm f*cking your sister
Getting money, but got more on my mind
Zone 1, shoot it out like the Columbine
Standing in the trap, all I see is the dollar signs
Look at my wrist, and my AP gon make you blind
Restin' on the couch, chopper on the floor
Who are these n*ggas knocking at my front door?
b*tch I got Pee's and that good dope
Sippin' that Lean, survin' that good coke
[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
Zone 1, lil' n*gga we having it
Posted in the trap, hanging with some savages
Zone 1, lil' n*gga you know that we cappin' it
Four Rari's, four-eight, and I'm matching it
Take the work, then I ship it and pack it
Young n*gga pull on your block with some savages
Zone 1, got pints of the Activis
Zone 1, got pints of the Activis
Pints of the Activis, then sippin' Lean
f*ck with Lil Soulja, get hit with the beam
[?] Turn this sh*t to Halloween
Pull on your block, turn this sh*t to a murder scene
Don't f*ck with Lil Soulja, you know Imma spray
f*cked your baby mama, nutted on her face
Standing in the trap, and I get in a lane
[?] got pints of the Lean

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Imma turn a bad b*tch to a trapper
Broke rappers straight acting like actors
Imma bring it back, hit it with the spatula
I don't ever breakdance like a dancer
b*tch I need a pint with the seel on it
Walking with a pocket full of dead homies
Pour another 4 in the Fanta
I made a mil 1 year in Atlanta
Go to sleep sippin on Promethazine
Got a Mazzie, but I'm finna get that Bentley
You in the Nissan riding on empty
Got a [?] on me in the Gucci
Bankroll, kitchen whippin', Justin Beiber
[?] bricks out the park, like I'm Derek Jeeter
Rich The Kid on fire, you might catch a fever
Soulja riding in the Rari with the Desert Egle