Zambada Garcia

**** ain't who they say they is, nah, **** cap

I'm Mr. Get 'Em Gone, soon as them bitches land, all facts

How the fuck you claiming real, doing business with a rat

Pillow talking to them hoes the quickest way to get you smacked, hmm

I took some L's but I maintained

Aye, if you swangin' off the phone we just alike, we on the same thing

I told **** better pull up a chair, swear you don't wanna miss it

They tryna lock me in the booth, I rather be in the kitchen

Trapping saved my life, how could I ever change?

I had to cut them **** off, they was doing false shit, going against the grain

Deep in my bag, I know them **** hate it

I slid through in that new coupe, you should've seen the look on them ****' faces

Trimmer then ever, it don't get no trimmer

Can't let them **** fool you, baby, they ain't lit, they just popping on Insta

****, who you kicked? You ain't no fucking smacker

It take money go to war and I know you flat, ****, just getting flatter

Having my way like Zambada Garcia

Can't let them **** get next to me, everytime I slide, know I'm watching my rears

Calculate my moves, gotta be three steps ahead

They rather be blind than see me win, they rather see me locked up in the feds

Thinking 'bout Twinny got me seeing red

Stand on that business made them fuck **** stand on everything they ever said

Gotta watch my back, I know this shit ain't sweet

Paranoid, clutching my pistol won't let my people rock me on no tee

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, go

Aye, pocket watching ass **** ain't go no motion, **** flat

Before I ever go back and forth, I'd rather get you **** whacked

Don't compare me to them ****, you gotta know that this ain't that

I am not a rap ****, I'm just a trap **** who rap, mmm