BabyTron & Certified Trapper - Zap Zone Lyrics

[Verse 1: BabyTron]Cuddy in the wilderness, he set up shop in North DakotaForty scored on purple with the seal like, "Point me towards the soda"TRX fully loaded, this bitch all-terrain (Skrrt)You on rookie level, boy, we ball on hall of fameDidn't Juice WRLD tell you these hoes all the same?Fuck around and snatch yours 'fore I pawn a chainDoin' all that starin', fuck around and catch an ass whoopingLil' bitch got that widebody, I'ma call her CatwomanHonkin' like a meanie in that 'Ghini, catch me Lamb' pushingBefore the raps, I went and built a lil' stash juggingPunching numbers in, I told 'em that my card tweakingLost lil' brodie out of nowhere, feel my heart shrinkingIf you ain't got a plan or no goals, you better start thinkingQP of that— (Yeah) you would think my arms reekingStuck off the Wocky, I'm just chillin' in the dark, dreamingCatch an opp up at the mall, I bet them members spark Neiman'sCatch him trippin' out in traffic, leave him in a parked DemonCertified scammer, I'm with Certified TrapperPop was brown skin, I doubled up and turned my Sprite blackerLife like a book, I just turned through five chaptersMe and Dee on Rodeo like, "Who 'vert gon' fly faster?" (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)Finna have two freaky hoes eat each other like some beta fishPocket full of Benjamins, my granny think I'm banging CripNah, this ain't a fifth (Nope)Wockhardt, sealed pint, catch me taking sips (Ah)Slid down, face covered like case dismissed (Brrt)Gang in love with his switch, he got a grave to dig (Brrt)Turn them hams to bacon bits if they hang with pigs (Boom)Playmaker turned coach, feel like Jason KiddNah, for real, tell them boys we got a game to win (Yeah)Nah, for real, tell them boys we got a game to win (Yeah, brrt, brrt)[Verse 2: Certified Trapper]Lenses hittin' off the lightBitch, I really live that lifeIf I catch a fuck nigga, I'ma hit him right on sightGot the switch in the club, nigga, I don't fuckin' fightTwo Glocks on me, nigga, I'll get your ass rightI got G's on me, bitch, that's why I stand differentBitch, all five hundred pops, yeah, we bam differentI'll up the fire on his ass and get to blickingBitch, ridin' 'round, fat armrests with them bands in it.223 missilesGet up on that tip, I'll blow it like a whistleBitch up on my dick, I'm in Cali' smokin' trufflesBam super hard, all the hoes gon' wanna fuck youSaw they was reekingCountin' up racks, backed up on the weekendGet your pussy ass popped up, diss sneakingBitch grabbed my dick, got excited to see itI might just put you in the kitchen, bitch, I need a hand (Yeah)BabyTron, where you at? I need another doubleMost these niggas gettin' through zaps and they can't bubbleI just fucked a bitch, bend back, I don't fuckin' cuddlePull up in somethin' super fast, this a space shuttleNigga should've stayed down with it, I got yay for youSpin back on his block, I'ma wait for himIf you ain't pretty, bad bitch, I ain't tryna fuck youI don't like cheap hoes, I'll pay for it (Bend back)Don't put no 'xotic on the scale, it's yay on itCheap-ass nigga, I got the counter with some pape' on it[Outro: Certified Trapper]PussyUh-huh, niggaBitch