LOW ON THE ZA Lyrics

Ay man, somebody call Swag, tell him we low on the Za

Low on the gas

I'm low on the gas, I'm low on the Za I'm hittin' the gas, she topping me off

I'm grippin' her ass, my dick in her jaw I'm on 85 South, we ain't from the North

Switch up the beat like a tool on the Glock I need me some ice, my pockets got nots

The word on the street that your lil' partner hot I need me to drop a pull up on the spot

he be running his mouth, he got his ass shot, He gon' run to the Gram, he got his ass caught

I'ma run up these bands and say fuck the amount I just roll up the Za, it's never a drought

He run to the Gram, he got his ass shot He gon' run to the Gram, he got his ass caught

I'ma run up these bands and say fuck the amount I just roll up the Za, it's never a drought

Ay, young and obsessed with them digits Ay, exotic, not rollin' up midgets

Yeah, the hollow tips not leavin' stitches Yeah, gon' send him the lead, Jesus kisses

I ain't been broke in a long time Like Marvin Gaye, yeah, I was on a slow grind

Keep me a Kel-tec when it be pole time She was catchin' feelings, but I was showin' no signs

Ay, bitch, I'm too lit for them cuddles The ice on my neck causin' puddles

With a white bitch like she Bubbles We keepin' them straps so we don't tumble

We load up that AK and let that bitch rumble I'ma say it out loud, I'm never gon' mumble

I blitz up the middle like my name was Tuggle I'ma call me a play, I'm sendin' a huddle

You blowin' your bag, I know you gon' fumble I'ma stack mine, I'ma flex up

Yeah, I been gettin' too rich, I'ma switch up Yeah, hit the button on the beam, watch it switch up

Yeah, put her on to the sauce, to the keep up Yeah, two baddies with me, but I'm in the middle

Got hoes in all flavors, I'm callin' them Skittles Woke up to a steak, not eatin' McGriddles I was made for this shit Since I was little

I'm low on the gas, I'm low on the Za I'm hittin' the gas, she topping me off

I'm grippin' her ass, my dick in her jaw Don't 85 South, we ain't from the North

Switch up the beat like a tool on the Glock I need me some ice, my pockets got nots

The word on the street that you lil partner is hot I need me the drop, I pull up on the spot

He be runnin' his mouth, he got us at shot He gon' run to the Gram, he got his ass caught

I'ma run up these bands and say, fuck the amount I just wrote up the Za, it's never a drought

He be runnin' his mouth, he got us at shot He gon' run to the Gram, he got his ass caught

I'ma run up these bands and say, fuck the amount I just wrote up the Za, it's never a drought