Za ft. Bandup Zayy Lyrics

Got that Za, different flavors, man, we got them all

Lookin' like a lick with my stick posted in the mall

Littest in my city, I was really taught how to ball

He posting on the gram, like he hard, but he really soft

Yeah, I just wanna take the time just to take you out tonight

I been a real nigga, baby, I ain't never been that tight

We got Glocks with extensions, nigga, you really think we tryna fight

40 bullets hit his back, now he really fightin' for his life

We be showin' up, we ain't gotta say too much, they already know it's us

Doin' all that talkin' when you see me, just know it is up

They call me Smoove Nigga, I walk around with my blicky tuck

Glock 40 on my hip, pussy boy, please don't try your luck

We ballin' every season, off from Perth, 30s, I be telling c that he be tweakin

I'm a main nigga, why the hell she keep on hittin' me

I come through punish three niggas, now they call me CP3

I just wanna ball, check that check just like I'm Nike, nigga

You mad I'm standin' on my ten, you really tryna fight me, nigga

Standin' on that block again, that's somethin' I might reconsider

I'm just tryna get that money, by any means, can you get the picture

Got that Za, different flavors, man, we got them all

Lookin' like a lick with my stick posted in the mall

Littest in my city, I was really taught how to ball

He posting on the gram, like he hard, but he really soft

Yeah, I just wanna take the time just to take you out tonight

I been a real nigga, baby, I ain't never been that tight

We got Glocks with extensions, nigga, you really think we tryna fight

40 bullets hit his back, now he really fightin' for his life

Crazy how you still gon' change, even though you tat my name

Knowin' that I feel a way and probably ain't gon' feel the same

I'ma be real sometime and go and take the blame

Shoulda never let her came, now, i can't feel a thing

Lovin' when she hear my song, knowin' shit don't last long

I can't even fake it, but you probably sent my last song

Bag getter, not your last, nigga, I ain't no average

Bag getter, I'm not your last, nigga, baby, I'm havin

Don't go broke, tryna please her, you not gon' keep her

Just leave her, she not a real one, she is a leacher

Just listen to a real one, you gon' find a harder way

Just listen to a real one, you gon' throw your heart away

Got that Za, different flavors, man, we got them all

Lookin' like a lick with my stick posted in the mall

Littest in my city, I was really taught how to ball

He posting on the gram, like he hard, but he really soft

Yeah, I just wanna take the time just to take you out tonight

I been a real nigga, baby, I ain't never been that tight

We got Glocks with extensions, nigga, you really think we tryna fight

40 bullets hit his back, now he really fightin' for his life