Z Nation Juice WRLD

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 1]
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