Deady ZAY GTM

[Intro]
(Jay, you made this?)
Ayo, Ray, what we mixin'?

[Chorus]
We in the function, where the hoes?
Like, I think I'm ready to go
Bro said he lookin', he don't know
Oh, shit, I think they playin' my song
I got a baddie, she at home
Wait, why is she callin' my phone?
Sayin' she love me, what you on?
Like, I think she givin' the lo'

[Verse]
We in the party gettin' deady
I'm off the liquor, I'm sippin' on Henny
I see an opp, so I'm ready
He pushin' up, so the mood gettin' heavy
He talkin' jazzy, gettin' hot
Like, I'm steady itchin', I'm clutchin' my knock
I told him pop out, come outside
Like, I'm tryna see if hе ready to die (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
He saw mе clutchin', started runnin'
Bro, I could tell that he wasn't on nothin'
Chop named Cosby, bullets touch him
Pourin' up drink, when he sleep, we gon' rush him
Block gettin' active, causin' havoc
I'm cuttin' up on the chase, we in traffic
Bro said he got it, let him have it
Fuck an assist, goin' up for the basket
I'm steady swervin' while he dumpin'
(Adrenaline rushin', my blood started pumpin')
Nickname Baker, aim for muffins
Hollows keep shootin' the way that he gushin'
I hear the sirens gettin' closer
Bro said to structure, I gotta be sober
They tryna stop us, pull on over
(I hit the gas, I ain't losin' my soldiers)
He said he clipped him, I believe him
I saw a problem, we had to delete him
Don't call the ambos, he ain't breathin'
(Bro make it hot on that block any season)
We always throwin', fuck a reason
Smokin' on Zion, I pray that I see him
Bro need to roll, that's a float
No, I ain't chilly, my heart gettin' cold (Grrah, grrah, grrah)