6ix9ine - ZAZA lyrics
Tekashi69 [Daniel Hernandez] New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[6ix9ine - ZAZA lyrics]
Boom, boom, uh
(Ayo, Ray, where the keys at?)
Hear that hot shit, we really pop shit
When we shot shit, you copped it
We really drop shit who got the keys to the
Locksmith? I'm finna flock shit
Y'all be all up on 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 mе sloppy-toppy in the Maserati
Are you dumb? Whеre 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 hearts
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
(Ayo, Ray, where the keys at?)
Hear that hot shit, we really pop shit
When we shot shit, you copped it
We really drop shit who got the keys to the
Locksmith? I'm finna flock shit
Y'all be all up on 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 mе sloppy-toppy in the Maserati
Are you dumb? Whеre 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 hearts
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