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zap zone - trdee lyrics

[intro]
(ooh, sh*t, that’s a danny g beat)

[chorus]
if push come to shove, i stand ten toes
your team traded you away, eric blisso
caught you tryna tiptoe through the back door
tryna put up with some bust, arms look like coke
chillin’ with a baddie watchin’ narcos
got her touchin’ me just like a smartphone
block got a lazer, it’s like zap zone
why the f*ck would i beef with you if you are not known?

[verse]
she asked me do i cap in raps, told her come and see
he gon’ act like she the sh*t but she ain’t nothin’ to me
we gon’ go down as the coldest, i can guarantee
‘016, we have more giffies than a christmas tree
b*tch be quiet when the real n*gga speakin’
i wake up and still think that i’m dreamin’
i know these n*ggas watchin’ me just like i’m streamin’
from where they look up to thugs, not no deacons
ballin’ like i could have been a d1 player
probably ’cause i’m on my grind like a skater
you don’t congratulate your n*ggas, you a hater
feel like i’m school shoppin’ gettin’ paper
trackhawk comin’ down the streets, i’m like a dinosaur
only care about the green like a herbivore
reminiscin’ ’bout the l’s i took standin’ on the shore
but now we really winnin’, go and check the score
strapped like a dyk*, ain’t no need to check
up this b*tch and now his happy home is wrecked
try to set the play and i’ma intercept
b*tch, let me think, i’m tryna make a bet
where the f*ck the opps? i’m tryna bump into ’em
if money was a language, i can speak it fluent
i’ve been hearin’ n*ggas’ songs, we a big influence
it’s n*ggas that just talk about it and who really do it
like the rapper, sometimes you gotta chance it
your b*tch through the neck, it was outstanding
why the f*ck they hate? i don’t understand it
baby used to dodge me, so you know i had to ram it
gave her ass the first class trip to pound town
can’t believe that i was in her walls like surround sound
did my dance like i just scored a touchdown
extended clip shoppin’, like i do not got enough rounds
press, press, press, i ain’t lettin’ up
only care about the money, put my feelings up
i could be a f*ckin’ cop her one, cuff a sl*t
finna turn it up ’cause n*ggas really suck
gang kinda bored, i’m finna take a trip
catch me in the a like bogdanovich
mr. put it on and don’t take a pic
i can show you how this sh*t really get
[chorus]
if push come to shove, i stand ten toes
your team traded you away, eric blisso
caught you tryna tiptoe through the back door
tryna put up with some bust, arms look like coke
chillin’ with a baddie watchin’ narcos
got her touchin’ me just like a smartphone
block got a lazer, it’s like zap zone
why the f*ck would i beef with you if you are not known?

- trdee lyrics

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