ZaZa lyrics

[Intro]
(FBeat go crazy)
(FBeat producing all the heat)

[Verse 1]
The only reason that I broke was to see if a n*gga still got it
Yeah, I'm still poppin', I carry steel often
You know I'm pill poppin', my n*ggas real goblins
n*gga play around with me, I had to killshot 'em
Ay, I'm really on it, ask about me n*gga I don't hesitate to blow it
I got big bands in the bottom of my Louis bag
This n*gga' b*tch hella bad so I know he mad
I be ready for whateva 100 in the mag
Give his toe a tag, leave ya body in the bag
I just put her on some molly, now she actin' bad
But you know me, I need Fiji like im mr. Krabs
Ay, where them bands, lil baby
Put that money in my hands, lil baby
Ay, I be doin' what he can't, lil baby
He a fan, not a man, why you playin' with him, baby
Ay, listen, n*gga check it out
Shots poppin' outta P90, this sh*t wrеckin' house
Lasers, chillin' on the fan, this is not a tasеr
n*gga try to say it's smoke, turn him to a vapor

[Chorus]
n*gga, I'm smokin' ZaZa
Ali in the Baba
b*tch I got that white girl like I'm Lady Gaga
I got Gucci, Louis, Louis, Fendi and the Prada
Magic trick, I broke the cash, Voila
Ay, I'm smokin' Zaza
Ali in the Baba
b*tch I got that white girl like I'm Lady Gaga
I got Gucci, Louis, Louis, Fendi and the Prada
Magic trick, I broke the pockets for the cash, Voila
[Verse 2]
I don't want no Backwood, where to grab the leaf
Hit a lil baby off the perc, get to smackin' cheeks (on the perc' thing)
n*gga, how you wanna play it
All these n*ggas really pus*y, boy I hate to say it
Ay, but you ain't ballin' on a budget n*gga
If you ain't know then ask around, we really thuggin' n*gga
Who the f*ck do this b*tch think she talkin to
20 bands on me in the club when I'm walking through (I'm like a band-aid)
Yeah, I'm in the different tax bracket (tax bracket)
Yeah, so I stay around from n*ggas 'cause they backstabbin' (stay away from)
No in effect, we blitz n*ggas, this is not Madden (we go blitzin')
We keep them choppas in the whip, we do not stashin'
Yeah, they know a n*gga rich, know a n*gga lit (know a n*gga lit)
They know (?) and put 'em choppers in this b*tch (dr-dr-drr)
Drums on us, we get to rockin' n*ggas b*tch (drums on it)
Like we out at club in Houston , rockets in this b*tch
(Ay ay)

[Chorus]
I'm smokin' ZaZa
Ali in the Baba
b*tch I got that white girl like I'm Lady Gaga
I got Gucci, Louis, Louis, Fendi and the Prada
Magic trick, I broke the pocket for the cash, Voila
[Outro]
n*gga
Ay Ay
b*tch!(FBeat go crazy)