EAST RICH - TATAS Lyrics

Smokin' on that Zaza
Aye, bitches show me Tatas
Ooh, ya, aye, smokin' on that Zaza
Ya, bad bitch, show me yeah, yeah

Aye Smokin' on that Zaza, it turn me to a vegetable
Saw your bitch's Tatas, she flashin' at the festival
Now, why he ain't talkin' no money, but he textin' you
I seen you stressin' on that corner, get to stretchin' you
My baby mama see the pistol, then she stressin' too
That SUV it's parked outside, it's got a vest or two
That shotgun, it's got ACOGs it's messy, too
I hit his ass with that pow-pow, he stressin' too
Yeah, that 30 for a zip, and I get 40 piece
And if I order five or more, he give me three for free
And I ain't f*ckin' with these boys, they get a zip a piece
That be like 80 pounds a rack, and then I smoke for free
I do not give no bullshit, I promise, this ain't mids
And if you rob me for my money I know where you live
I'll pull up on you in that minivan and snatch your kid
I know some killers in my circle, they done did some years
They probably rob you for your chain and say your biggest fear
And if your kid's f*ck that
Uh, f*ck it shoot him in his ribs

Shoot him in his shit and then he asked me a question
I told him it's the life of the young and the reckless
Baby mama act just ate her pussy for breakfast
I don't even care, I'm bout to buy a new necklace
Cuban links with a diamond ring, what you want, bitch
I just hit him up, then I'm gone on my dumb shit
Ooh, yeah, rob him for his check and his gun, bitch
Ya, rob him for his check and his gun, bitch

FN, GG, Double Bands, get it on a new EP
You f*ck with me, E.T, bitch, I phone home
I hit him with that double boom, with that chrome chrome
Okay, and it's a homicide, bitch, a homicide