[Flame] 🔥 Zone 2 - Super Gassed Lyrics
[Verse 1: Narsty]
Like, black and short like Kodak
I got amm
I’m with gang; tell bro row that
All of this gyally on me
It was me, I want my flow back
If it ain’t: Trizz, Skully, P…
I can’t condone that
I’m like that’s not Zone 2
Like bro what’s all of this stuff?
Ain’t seen him in club
Ain’t seen him in soul food
Man doing all of this stuff
I’m calling his bluff
Man might roll through
Get mad like I’m Goku
‘012 yeah man’s old school
Sum the road down to soul food
Zone 2 that’s the known zoo
I used to shout rips for vids
But I didn’t have dough
Now we’re tryna shut down shows
But the feds tryna shut down shows
But I ain’t burning might fly Berlin and find me an Aryan hoe
Zone 2 step with bro
Doing up passie with my seat back low
And my man thinks that’s flavours
That ting’s coming like Reggie
I didn’t mean to do that naughty
But you know I got to fill up my belly
Man wan talk like Kelly
Man just shell it, shell it like Shelly
Man ‘na just Zone 2 step
Step and flex how we did it already
[Hook: PS]
Super gassed
They see me and they do the dash
Wouldn’t trust me if they knew the back
Trapfit yeah I do the math
Super gassed
They see me and they do the dash
Wouldn’t trust me if they knew the back
Trapfit yeah I do the math
Super gassed
They see me and they do the dash
Wouldn’t trust me if they knew the back
Trapfit yeah I do the math
Super gassed
They see me and they do the dash
Wouldn’t trust me if they knew the back
Trapfit yeah I do the math
[Verse 2: PS]
Like pack get dropped off then it’s hotbox like a takeaway
Back out the bruckback, make him jump back, make him fadeaway
Roll and make the ting sing like Kelly, no Destiny’s Child, don’t say my name (Shh)
I don’t give them no knowledge, “no comment”; that’s what I say to Jakes
And FA you can’t judge me cuz, dip man down man I leave man holey, coming like one preacher
And I don’t know about alpha but I’ll come round with that beta
When I spit, it’s real shit, coming out of your speaker
I got sluts, no casino
If you wan’ talk shit, you’re gonna need stitch, without Lilo
I don’t even stick for a McFlurry, shoot like Curry, shoot no free throw
Bro been playing with kilos, parro parro, looking through peepholes
I ain’t no Shino, she want P, ’cause I stick to the G code
Now gyally on me
Hit a man’s chin, if I’m with Chin and a guy give cheek
Niggas wanna see my face, coming like Jakes, so bally on me
Roll in an Addison Lee, who’s badder than we, come banging off sweets
[Hook: PS]
Super gassed
They see me and they do the dash
Wouldn’t trust me if they knew the back
Trapfit yeah I do the math
Super gassed
They see me and they do the dash
Wouldn’t trust me if they knew the back
Trapfit yeah I do the math
Super gassed
They see me and they do the dash
Wouldn’t trust me if they knew the back
Trapfit yeah I do the math
Super gassed
They see me and they do the dash
Wouldn’t trust me if they knew the back
Trapfit yeah I do the math