Zap Zone

Cody in the wilderness, he set up shop in North Dakota (brrt) 40 scored on purple with the seal like, "point me towards the soda" TRX fully loaded, this bitch all-terrain (skrrt) You on rookie level, boy, we ball on hall of fame Didn't Juice WRLD tell you these hoes all the same? Fuck around and snatch yours 'fore I pawn a chain Doin' all that starin', fuck around and catch an ass whooping Lil' bitch got that wide body, I'ma call her Cat Woman Honkin' like a meanie in that 'Ghini, catch me Lamb' pushing Before the raps, I went and built a lil' stash jugging Punching numbers in, I told 'em that my card tweaking Lost lil' brodie out of nowhere, feel my heart shrinking If you ain't got a plan or no goals, you better start thinking QP of that (yeah) you would think my arms reeking Stuck off the wocky, I'm just chillin' in the dark, dreaming Catch an opp up at the mall, I bet them members spark Neiman's Catch him trippin' out in traffic, leave him in a parked Demon Certified scammer, I'm with certified trapper Pop was brown skin, I doubled up and turned my sprite blacker Life like a book, I just turned through five chapters Me and Dee on Rodeo like, "Who 'vert gon' fly faster?" (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt) Finna have two freaky hoes eat each other like some beta fish Pocket full of benjamins, my granny think I'm banging crip Nah, this ain't a fifth (nope) Wockhardt, sealed pint, catch me taking sips (ah) Slid down, face covered like case dismissed (brrt) Gang in love with his switch, he got a grave to dig (brrt) Turn them hams to bacon bits if they hang with pigs (boom) Playmaker turned coach, feel like Jason Kidd Nah, for real, tell them boys we got a game to win (yeah) Nah, for real, tell them boys we got a game to win (yeah, brrt, brrt) Lenses hittin' off the light Bitch, I really live that life If I catch a fuck nigga, I'ma hit him right on sight Got the switch in the club, nigga, I don't fuckin' fight Two Glocks on me, nigga, I'll get your ass right I got G's on me, bitch, that's why I stand different Bitch, all five hundred pops, yeah, we bam different I'll up the fire on his ass and get to blicking Bitch, ridin' 'round, fat armrests with them bands in it .223 missiles Get up on that tip, I'll blow it like a whistler (fire) Bitch up on my dick, I'm in Cali' smokin' truffles Bam super hard, all the hoes gon' wanna fuck you Saw they was reeking Countin' up racks, backed up on the weekend Get your pussy ass popped up, diss sneaking Bitch grabbed my dick, got excited to see it I might just put you in the kitchen, bitch, I need a hand (yeah) BabyTron, where you at? I need another double Most these niggas gettin' through zaps and they can't bubble I just fucked a bitch, bend back, I don't fuckin' cuddle Pull up in somethin' superfast, this a space shuttle Nigga should've stayed down with it, I got yay for you Spin back on his block, I'ma wait for him If you ain't pretty, bad bitch, I ain't tryna fuck you I don't like cheap hoes, I'll pay for it (bend back) Don't put no 'xotic on the scale, it's yay on it Cheap-ass nigga, I got the counter with some pape' on it Pussy Uh-huh, nigga Hmm-mm, hmm-mm, mm-mm Hmm-mm, mm-mm Bitch