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zay loco - classic trap lyrics

[intro: zay loco]
aye
aye

[verse 1: zay loco]
i like new sh+t and old sh+t
this beat make me so sick
codeine is so thick, i’m leanin’ like “oh sh+t”
money, can’t fold it and pockets can’t hold it
smokin’ on dope man, this sh+t is so potent
stank like a rodent and fatties i roll it
getting so high, can’t remember the moment
rap ‘cause i do this, these n+ggas be foolish
i got so much talent, we gon’ make it to it
aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
these n+ggas is average, make money like magic
i spit all these flames, i will burn you like matches
my n+ggas they savage, they all keep a ratchet
we don’t duck no action, so link and its crackin’
i swear you could have it, my team we bring havoc
i hit you like cashiers, he fl!ck like a mattress
these n+ggas so sheep, they be softer than fabric
lil juice, he up next, he freestylin’, he wildin’
aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye

[interlude: juice wrld]
hey zay bro
we finna k!ll these n+ggas, man
they ain’t sh+t bro, for real
imma show these motherf+ckers what’s up
aye

[verse 2: juice wrld]
whole time, i was on some different sh+t
n+ggas talking dumb until i pull up where his house is
run up in that b+tch and now he quiet like a mouse is
prolly run up in your house and f+ck your f+cking spouse quick
then i hit the car, boy
whole time, i’m rolling off the bars in the car, boy
spitting bars, off the bars, i can make it far, boy
i’ll be on mars, yeah [?] in the car, boy
curry, that’s a .30 on my hip, don’t get scarred, boy
aye, i play the game but i don’t play games
these n+ggas lame, run up on me b+tch i bet i change frames
get it? my glock got a picture, my mouth got a swisher
you run up, or you fake like illusions
ain’t nothing else to it
i’ve been getting money since day one
my brother locked up, won’t let him out like [?]
the whole time i’m 18, b+tch i’m like [?]
these n+ggas want that snake sauce, turn ‘em to [?]
now who the f+ck these n+ggas think they is though?
i’m handlin’ my biz, smokin’ this reefer like khalifa
i’m not a wiz, ho
you run up on me, yeah i got the glock out the window
nerdy brain from your b+tch, ain’t talkin’ about winslow
woah, now let me go ahead and spit it
i’m stevie wonder with this sh+t
you n+ggas can’t see figures
i’m in the cut, motherf+cker ain’t talking scissors
b+tches like o.z, and i ain’t talkin’ about wizard

- zay loco lyrics

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