Juice WRLD - Z Nation lyrics
Juice WRLD [Jarad Anthony Higgins] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Juice WRLD - Z Nation lyrics]
Why you callin' my phone on
That lame shit? Tryna hang, shit
You was hatin' on us now
You sayin' you was gang, shit
Who you think you playin'? You must be brazy
You could go that way, with all the fakin'
Lean sippin' got my heart rate slow pacin'
Crack rock got yo aunty freebasin'
40 put you on the concrete, cremation
Drugs turn me to a zombie, Z Nation
Phantom like a spaceship
Niggas beefin' over the same bitch
I could never get with it
I was on that new shit
Countin' up the blue chips
Spend it all in Ruth's Chris
Watch me make it all back
Throw that ass back, yeah
Baby just like that, yeah
That bitch like coke, yeah
Her mama like crack, yeah
Servin' to her mom
Had to take a cooking class
Counting up the blue face
They said I wasn't good at math
Shoot a pussy nigga in his shit
He need a Maxi Pad
I think that I want a Xan, where's Max at?
Oh, we in the studio countin' up
Big racks blowin' on big thrax
Feel like Coolio dreads, yeah, with the naps
Yeah they was sleeping on my rap
Career, they would nap, yeah
Now I feel like I'm the best to ever do it
On this bitch with Metro, if
He don't trust you, i'ma shoot you
Why you callin' my phone on
That lame shit? Tryna hang, shit
You was hatin' on us now
You sayin' you was gang, shit
Who you think you playin'? You must be brazy
You could go that way, with all the fakin'
Lean sippin' got my heart rate slow pacin'
Crack rock got yo aunty freebasin'
40 put you on the concrete, cremation
Drugs turn me to a zombie, Z Nation
No new friends, no new friends, Drake shit
I don't got time for that fake shit
Lawn mower through the grass so
I can see the snakes, yeah
I always been good at that
40 in the Fendi bag
You know I can't go for that
Day ones changed sides
They some hoes for that
Flex up on they ass, I got dough for that now
And break bread with the ones
That held me down (yeah)
I love it when the vibe's right
I been gettin' too high
Coolin' with the same gang
We don't believe in new guys
Yeah, yeah, the vibe's right
I been gettin' too high
Coolin' with the same gang
We don't believe in new guys
Why you callin' my phone on
That lame shit? Tryna hang, shit
You was hatin' on us now
You sayin' you was gang, shit
Who you think you playin'? You must be brazy
You could go that way, with all the fakin'
Lean sippin' got my heart rate slow pacin'
Crack rock got yo aunty freebasin'
40 put you on the concrete, cremation
Drugs turn me to a zombie, Z Nation
That lame shit? Tryna hang, shit
You was hatin' on us now
You sayin' you was gang, shit
Who you think you playin'? You must be brazy
You could go that way, with all the fakin'
Lean sippin' got my heart rate slow pacin'
Crack rock got yo aunty freebasin'
40 put you on the concrete, cremation
Drugs turn me to a zombie, Z Nation
Phantom like a spaceship
Niggas beefin' over the same bitch
I could never get with it
I was on that new shit
Countin' up the blue chips
Spend it all in Ruth's Chris
Watch me make it all back
Throw that ass back, yeah
Baby just like that, yeah
That bitch like coke, yeah
Her mama like crack, yeah
Servin' to her mom
Had to take a cooking class
Counting up the blue face
They said I wasn't good at math
Shoot a pussy nigga in his shit
He need a Maxi Pad
I think that I want a Xan, where's Max at?
Oh, we in the studio countin' up
Big racks blowin' on big thrax
Feel like Coolio dreads, yeah, with the naps
Yeah they was sleeping on my rap
Career, they would nap, yeah
Now I feel like I'm the best to ever do it
On this bitch with Metro, if
He don't trust you, i'ma shoot you
Why you callin' my phone on
That lame shit? Tryna hang, shit
You was hatin' on us now
You sayin' you was gang, shit
Who you think you playin'? You must be brazy
You could go that way, with all the fakin'
Lean sippin' got my heart rate slow pacin'
Crack rock got yo aunty freebasin'
40 put you on the concrete, cremation
Drugs turn me to a zombie, Z Nation
No new friends, no new friends, Drake shit
I don't got time for that fake shit
Lawn mower through the grass so
I can see the snakes, yeah
I always been good at that
40 in the Fendi bag
You know I can't go for that
Day ones changed sides
They some hoes for that
Flex up on they ass, I got dough for that now
And break bread with the ones
That held me down (yeah)
I love it when the vibe's right
I been gettin' too high
Coolin' with the same gang
We don't believe in new guys
Yeah, yeah, the vibe's right
I been gettin' too high
Coolin' with the same gang
We don't believe in new guys
Why you callin' my phone on
That lame shit? Tryna hang, shit
You was hatin' on us now
You sayin' you was gang, shit
Who you think you playin'? You must be brazy
You could go that way, with all the fakin'
Lean sippin' got my heart rate slow pacin'
Crack rock got yo aunty freebasin'
40 put you on the concrete, cremation
Drugs turn me to a zombie, Z Nation