THAT AIN’T NO ZA lyrics

[Chorus: Ham Sandwich]
That sh*t ain't no za
That sh*t ain't no za
That sh*t ain't no za
That sh*t ain't no za
That sh*t ain't no za
You been smokin' on that boof
You been smokin' on that mid
Puttin' that bullsh*t in yo ribs, wait
That sh*t ain't no za
That sh*t ain't no za n*gga
That sh*t ain't no za n*gga
That sh*t ain't no za n*gga
That sh*t ain't no za
You been burnin' seeds and stems
If you smokin' on that reggie than I know you ain't my friend

[Verse 1: Ham Sandwich]
(Damn..)
Bro do you even smoke?
Ion even smoke!
Y'all don't even float!
Know your sh*t a joke!
I need a big hat, like the Pope got
n*ggas is big mad, cuz I broke off
We was a mismatch, bad botox
You get no getback, you get wrote off
Give em that click-clack
Cuz I got what yo clique lack
If I pop up, bet he won't click back
If he ain't scrap he ain't gettin' no lick back
If I hit that you ain't gettin' yo b*tch back
(Damn!)
Said he want smoke I ain't passin' a damn thing
You need to kiss on the damn ring
Chopper kickin' till it's pullin' a hamstring
I just been doin' my ham thing- wait
[Chorus: Ham Sandwich]
That sh*t ain't no za
That sh*t ain't no za
That sh*t ain't no za
That sh*t ain't no za
That sh*t ain't no za
You been smokin' on that boof
You been smokin' on that mid
Puttin' that bullsh*t in yo ribs, wait
That sh*t ain't no za
That sh*t ain't no za n*gga
That sh*t ain't no za n*gga
That sh*t ain't no za n*gga
That sh*t ain't no za
You been burnin' seeds and stems
If you smokin' on that reggie than I know you ain't my friend


[Verse 2: Ashtin Larold, Ham Sandwich]
That sh*t ain't no za, pus*y, you been smokin' quiet
I don't smoke but if you passed that sh*t to mе I'll prolly riot
(I'd be upset)
You should beat thе plug that sold it and beat yourself cuz why'd you buy it?
They should take that sh*t away from you and f*ckin' re-illegalize it
You smokin' on the sh*t that made them write the end of Game of Thrones
(That sh*t was bad)
You smokin' on the sh*t that made them leave Macaulay Home Alone
(His mom and dad)
I hope your parents f*ckin' hate you, I think that you should be disowned
If I caught you with that weak sh*t I would kick you out my home
If you show up to the function with that bullsh*t I will shoot you
(I really will shoot you)
I will empty out a 30 in your torso, I won't wound you
(I would shoot to kill)
I'd do life without parole, if you try passing me that poo-poo
I'll squeeze lemons in them bullet wounds, b*tch, and I ain't talkin' Lulu
b*tch I hate you
(I'm not kidding I really f*ckin' hate you)
I really think that you're a hoe
Damn n*gga, chill
I would literally smoke crack before that sh*t that you just rolled
Bro, what's good with this guy?
They should throw your ass in Azkaban and let them demons eat your soul
Bro, you good?
They should fry you like a tater tot and f*ckin' feed you to a troll
Aight
[Verse 3: PE$O PETE]
Damn
f*ck is that za b*tch had bro on the ropes
I COP A 0
YOU A LIL BRO
HE SMOKIN EIGHTHS AND HE THINK THAT HE TOKED
I GOT EIGHTHS IN MY FIRST BLUNT, NEED ME ONE MORE
Walk with me my nine
Talk to my nine
Peso like Maka that sh*t just like Soul
I AINT TALKIN BOUT MONDAY NIGHT RAW I GOT BONES
I AINT TALKIN BOUT STRAINS WHEN I SAY I GOT CLONES
DAMN! VARIATION
Bro I'm smacked on that pipe bro I'm Mary Jane-in'
In the cribbo with Mary bro we're gettin' faded
Eyes red, eyes low that been my status
He ain't f*ckin' with Peso he better state it
But the swag that he got you know Peso made it
When I'm smokin' on now, this sh*t so loud
What you smoke in a week bro I'm smokin' daily
Goddamn
(Hee!)