Zaytoven, Trauma Tone I'm a real Za seller, do ya understand me? Wipe a pussy nigga down for tryna come and rob me I ain't sellin' a nigga shit unless he coppin' whole P's I be ridin' 'round the city whippin' flipped Ferraris Nigga ever try me, they gon' have to have a bunk ready Duffle bag full of trees, we drag 'em in it, shit heavy Got your bitch soakin' wet, she blowin' me up, she say she ready Trappin' in these white Forces, got me feelin' like I'm Nelly I was locked up in DeKalb, I was boxin' with my celly Fillin' up them turkey bags, watchin' Ed, Edd, and Eddy If you a real bitch then you would fuck me right now in the 'Lam You ain't no real shooter so let me take that pistol out your hand I feel like Comcast around this bitch, I got Runtz on demand Man, the way I put that shit on, that should call me Dapper Dan On my side we runnin' shit, nigga, it's gon' stay that way With this black out, thumpin' shit, nigga, like a 808 I'm at Bal Harbour shoppin', I blew thirty up in Webster Got this shit from growin', dawg, I ain't need me no investor Got these racks inside this bag, let me dump 'em out and count it Growin' strains, I keep diverting power from all of my houses Send that shit right back, I told the plug that shit right there was lousy Go and serve like fifty bags and then go duck off in Stone Mountain Pull up Sprinter, hoppin' out designer bags in my hand Got that FN FiveSeven, I just pray this shit don't jam All I talk is ZA numbers, I know it's hard to understand All I talk is motion shit, I know the streets gon' comprehend