3rd Quarter – Fetty Wap
Ay, 1738
Ayo, man they call me big ZooWap n_gga
F_ck these f_ck boys man
Squad sh_t, ZooGang
Black 650 on the Royce, start to gunning
N_ggas make a diss song but want no problems
Black four fifth with the grip, who shot him?
Big ZooWap from the trap, what’s mobbing?
Gold chains on me, couple bands is the rocking
Make me feel fly so all I buy is Rob-
Got ten thousand dollars worth of J’s in my closet
For my girl, drop nine hundred dollars on the wallet though
P’s got six thousand dollars worth of Robins
Seventeen for my beamer, drop thirty on the jeep
Five bands for a Louis eye patch, omg
Not the Gucci one ’cause you know a n_gga stay flee
Fetty Wap from the bando, understand though
How the f_ck you the man though? Go where you can’t go
What the f_ck is your plan though? Ain’t got no bands though
And the n_ggas that I rock with keep hella ammo
N_ggas tryna diss Fetty Wap, how you do that?
Like I ain’t helping n_ggas pop, n_gga you mad
Put my city on the whole map, you ain’t do that
Talking ’bout me, n_ggas get shot, why you do that?
Cause that boy running out the mouth, take a cool bath
Do his ass like the old school in a new class
Just bought a G37 and it’s too fast
Riding through this f_ck boy’s hood, let the two blast
Hop in my whip with his b_tch on my cool ass
Just like his b_tch, he a b_tch, get his crew dragged
B_tch, we the squad of the year screaming ZooGang
Dice pull up on him, then, he kick just like Liu Kang
Montana hit him with the three, call him Lu Deng
B_tch, we the squad of the year screaming ZooGang
Dice pull up on him, then, he kick just like Liu Kang
Montana hit him with the three, call him Lu Deng
Squad!
