Z Nation

Chorus Why you callin my phone on that lame shit Tryna hang shit You was hatin on us now you sayin you was gang shit Who you think you playin You must be brazy You could go that way with all the fakin Lean sippin got my heart rate slowpacin Crack rock got yo aunty freebasin 40 put you on the concrete cremation Drugs turn me to a zombie Z Nation   Verse 1 Phantom like a spaceship Niggas beefin over the same bitch I could never get with it I was on that new shit countin up the blue chips spend it all in Ruths Chris Watch me make it all back Throw that ass back yeah Baby just like that yeah That bitch like coke yeah her mama like crack yeah Servin to her mom had to take a cooking class Counting up the blue face they said I wasnt good at math Shoot a pussy nigga in his shit he need a Maxi Pad I think that I want a Xan wheres Max at Oh we in the studio countin up big racks blowin on big thrax Feel like Coolio dreads yeah with the naps yeah They was sleeping on my rap career they would nap yeah Now I feel like Im the best to ever do it On this bitch with Metro if he dont trust you Ima shoot you Chorus Why you callin my phone on that lame shit Tryna hang shit You was hatin on us now you sayin you was gang shit Who you think you playin You must be brazy You could go that way with all the fakin Lean sippin got my heart rate slowpacin Crack rock got yo aunty freebasin 40 put you on the concrete cremation Drugs turn me to a zombie Z Nation   Verse 2 No new friends no new friends Drake shit I dont got time for that fake shit Lawn mower through the grass so I can see the snakes yeah I always been good at that 40 in the Fendi bag You know I cant go for that Day ones changed sides they some hoes for that Flex up on they ass I got dough for that now And break bread with the ones that held me down Yeah I love it when the vibes right I been gettin too high Coolin with the same gang We dont believe in new guys Yeah yeah the vibes right I been gettin too high Coolin with the same gang We dont believe in new guys Chorus Why you callin my phone on that lame shit Tryna hang shit You was hatin on us now you sayin you was gang shit Who you think you playin You must be brazy You could go that way with all the fakin Lean sippin got my heart rate slowpacin Crack rock got yo aunty freebasin 40 put you on the concrete cremation Drugs turn me to a zombie Z Nation