Classic Trap

[Intro: Zay Loco] Aye Aye [Verse 1: Zay Loco] 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 Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye 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 cashiers, he flick like a mattress These niggas so sheep, they be softer than fabric Lil Juice, he up next, he freestylin’, he wildin’ Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye [Interlude: Juice WRLD] Hey Zay bro We finna kill these niggas, man They ain’t shit bro, for real Imma show these motherfuckers what’s up Aye [Verse 2: Juice WRLD] 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’ll be on Mars, yeah, pourin' in the car, boy Curry, that’s a .30 on my hip, don’t get scarred, boy Aye, 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, or you fake like illusions Ain’t nothing else to it I’ve 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 'ay dog' These niggas want that snake sauce, turn ‘em to Nate Dogg Now 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’ about 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’ about wizard [Outro] Go figure