[Verse 1: Lil Zay]
I got them 30 wit them beams
Riding around wit my team
30 shot and that 40 I ain't worried about a thing
I got mook riding wit me
And pocket riding wit me
Yea all out gettin' money shout out true religon fiend
I got that 30 on my waist (my waist)
Catch a opp we bake em
We sell on dirt and my whole team on papers
Do a hit on the hit
And bound out the station
Catch a opp in my lane have my young n***as erase em
We be on the tray looking for the rock
They say we hiding BUT`b*tch WE ON TAE BLOCK
They screamin' Zay hot!
They haters mad cause they not
100 n***as wit me b**h now try to play tough
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They hittas ain't wit the sh**s
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Tmc my n***as
Been posted on cali's
We doin the walk ups
Yall bumpin' out the alley
Brittany doin' these dicks
I know Dontae sad
Cause Brittany is his sister
And is making him look bad