Soulja Boy - Westsize Zone 1 lyrics

A hundred thousand cash stuffed in my Gucci bag Walk inside the trap I got gas, I got swag [?] never heard of that [?] and lil drako shooter gone murder that Drako Obama you know it got kickback I got your b*tch, come get your b*tch back Slide through the city, you know that I'm getting it I got the stick on me, know I'm a real street ni**a Ride through the city I wet it up, dipping fu*k on your b*tch yea that lil b*tch be missing Zone 1 my ni**a I ran up a ticket Gucci and Louis, Burberry my fist I got some ni**as that's whipping up fish in the kitchen fu*k with drako and your body be missing Young Drako ni**a, I am real street ni**a Came up from rapping and trapping, drug dealing I ran up a million my ni**a I bust down the Rollie and VVS all in my ice my ni**a I live that life I pay that price my ni**a I trap cocaine and shoot dice lil ni**a I bust down the Rollie with ice lil ni**a I tatted my face cuz I made that 30 mill ni**a Stand in the trap and I post in the trenches With real trap ni**as, professional drug dealers Pablo Escobar they treat me like a villain At the end of the day they still was my ni**as Tony Montana chilling on a villa Thriller my jacket and Michael Jackson zipper Hop out the cut with my shooter get to hitting Young Drako ni**a you know I'm in trenches Ran up a quarter million, cop a Bentley Slide through the city, they know that I'm really getting it Stacks on deck money gang, that's my gang lil ni**a Pull on your block with the choppa start hitting Hit the show and trapped out the bale for real I don't play that sh*t ni**a we trap with that steel 12 gauge blow his back through his ear I'm smoking dope in the back of the fair A hundred thousand cash stuffed in my Gucci bag Walk inside the trap I got gas, I got swag [?] never heard of that [?] and lil drako shooter gone murder that Drako Obama you know it got kickback I got your b*tch, come get your b*tch back Slide through the city, you know that I'm getting it I got the stick on me, know I'm a real street ni**a Ride through the city I wet it up, dipping fu*k on your b*tch yea that lil b*tch be missing Zone 1 my ni**a I ran up a ticket Gucci and Louis, Burberry my fist I got some ni**as that's whipping up fish in the kitchen fu*k with drako and your body be missing