Z Nation Lyrics

Z Nation - Yung Juice Box

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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 slow-pacin'

Crack rock got yo aunty freebasin'

.40 put you on the concrete, cremation

Drugs turn me to a zombie, Z Nation

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 Ruth's 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 wasn't good at math

Shoot a pussy nigga in his shit, he need a Maxi Pad

I think that I want a Xan, where's 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 I'm the best to ever do it

On this bitch with Metro, if he don't trust you, I'ma shoot you

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 slow-pacin'

Crack rock got yo aunty freebasin'

.40 put you on the concrete, cremation

Drugs turn me to a zombie, Z Nation

No new friends, no new friends, Drake shit

I don't 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 can't 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 vibe's right

I been gettin' too high

Coolin' with the same gang

We don't believe in new guys

Yeah, yeah, the vibe's right

I been gettin' too high

Coolin' with the same gang

We don't believe in new guys

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 slow-pacin'

Crack rock got yo aunty freebasin'

.40 put you on the concrete, cremation

Drugs turn me to a zombie, Z Nation