Fuck, fuck K, tray, racks We got the za' in the city Lil gang might draw down with me You litty you got motion We draw down take your motion Fill they car with these hollows Turn they whip to red On the east got blicks got lead Nigga play around end up dead Fuel dirty crime, smoking za, this that zaza pack If the whip hit the block one more time Then the car get splat Carbon rifle, knock a nigga down What you know about that cane? Can't spin on the block 2 times Fast shipping my package on time Better not lack when you walking around See you walking we running you down Know you smell the za Fast gang tat on side of my belly Niggas really hoes This that za pack, nigga you can't smell it Clutching on your blick, you ain't gonna buss it You ain't even fucking ready Nigga know they can't draw down on fast We in the dead end now we do not lack I can't fucking fake it, I can't fucking fake it this just my life I got shooting skills, when I got racks on me I ain't doing no fighting They done ran out of drinks in the store we poured up Tropicana Lil buddy said I'm dripping, know I'm dripping, this exotic drip This a stupid loadout, blicked up, we got exotic clips Poke your head out the window, hit your fucking top He was tough when he walked up gang watch his body drop Keep the smoke inside, don't let me know you want some fucking smoke I might catch you with your hoe, let the clip unload Zaza got me wigging out I done end up dump my pole Keep an extra mag, might gotta dump your mag Might spin might hit your tag, it's a draw down walk we mad Pussy pop out we in the bricks, nigga draw down we got blicks I was broke but I got back fixed, sin city might feed the boy six We got that zaza we having that shit We got the sticks and we having the blicks Fuck, shit