Za

[Intro]
Yeah, ooh (Ooh)
Yeah, smokin' on za
Smokin' on za, smokin' on za
I don't know what we smokin' on, bitch, huh
Smokin' on za, bitch, huh

[Chorus]
I got a .40 on me, it's gon' pop
Run up on me and I shoot yo' whole block
That nigga fed, man, he talkin' to cops
I told your girl to come suck on my cock
Bitch, kick rocks, yeah
I'm with the gang poppin' Roxi, yeah
I don't fuck with paparazzi
(Smokin' on gas like a Nazi, yeah)

[Verse]
Call up my friend [?]
She wanna pull up, but I got options, yeah
My friends, yeah, I lost them
X pills, yeah, I pop 'em
Bullets fly like [?]
For his Robin jeans, I robbed him
Truly legit, I'm on X now (Yeah)
I ain't ever ask for handouts (Yeah)
Bad bitch got her ass out
Smokin' on za with my twin
That nigga high off a pen
My niggas up in the pen', huh
Bad hoes, got ten, want me to pay up for her tan
Bitch, I'm rich, I don't pretend
She wanna hide me from her man
Niggas don't know what I'm 'bout 'til I pull up with sticks and they up in they mouth (Yeah)
I'm from Cali but got hoes up in the South
Plus, I'm [?] the pharmacy, all up in routes
Na-nah, nigga, you can't flex like me
Tell my mom, she gon' see the kid up on TV
Look-look at my pockets, you lookin' at green, huh
Bitch, I'm smokin' weed, rah

[Chorus]
I got a .40 on me, it's gon' pop
Run up on me and I shoot yo' whole block
That nigga fed, man, he talkin' to cops
I told your girl to come suck on my cock
Bitch, kick rocks, yeah
I'm with the gang poppin' Roxi, yeah
I don't fuck with paparazzi
Smokin' on gas like a ****