Classic Trap (ft. Zay Loco)

Ayy, ayy

I like new shit and old shit, this beat make me so sick

Codeine is so thick, I’m leanin' like “oh shit”

Money, can’t fold it and pockets can’t hold it

Smokin' on dope man, this shit is so potent

Stank like a rodent and fatties I roll it

Getting so high, can’t remember the moment

Rap ‘cause I do this, these niggas be foolish

I got so much talent, we gon' make it to it

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

These niggas is average, make money like magic

I spit all these flames, I will burn you like matches

My niggas they savage, they all keep a ratchet

We don’t duck no action, so link and its crackin'

I swear you could have it, my team we bring havoc

I hit you like cashes, he flip like a mattress

These niggas so sheep, they be softer than fabric

'Lil Juice, he up next, he freestylin', he wildin'

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Ayy Zay bro

Ayy, we finna kill these niggas, man

They ain’t shit bro, for real

I'ma show these motherfuckers what’s up

Ayy

Whole time, I was on some different shit

Niggas talking dumb until I pull up where his house is

Run up in that bitch and now he quiet like a mouse is

Prolly run up in your house and fuck your fucking spouse quick, then I hit the car, boy

Whole time, I’m rolling off the bars in the car, boy

Spitting bars, off the bars, I can make it far, boy

I be on Mars, yeah, pourin' in the car, boy

Curry, that’s a .30 on my hip, don’t get scarred, boy

Ayy, I play the game but I don’t play games

These niggas lame, run up on me bitch I bet I change frames, Get it?

My Glock got a picture, my mouth got a swisher

You run up, boy you fake like illusions, ain’t nothing else to it

I been getting money since day one

My brother locked up, won’t let him out like Akon

The whole time I’m 18, bitch I’m like "Ayy dog"

These niggas want that stake sauce, turn 'em to Nate Dogg

And who the fuck these niggas think they is though?

I’m handlin' my biz, smokin' this reefer like Khalifa, I’m not a Wiz, ho'

You run up on me, yeah I got the Glock out the window

Nerdy brain from your bitch, ain’t talkin’ 'bout Winslow

Woah, now let me go ahead and spit it

I’m Stevie Wonder with this shit, you niggas can’t see visions

I’m in the cut, motherfucker ain’t talking scissors

Bitches like O.Z., and I ain’t talkin’ 'bout wizard, go figure