Zone by Twaxle Lyrics
Hook
Josh:
What could I say there bro?
(Two cup styrofoam)
Two cup styrofoam, now I'm in my zone
I’m tryna get high I don't know what is wrong
Put me on, put me on, yeah I'm bout to take it off
Bad bitch, call her Whitney and she drippin’ all the sauce
(That nigga Twaxle on the beat)
Verse 1
James:
Two cup styrofoam yeah I'm flexin' in Vlone
Niggas think they with this shit, imma hit em' with the stick
Drippin' like Dasani, fuck on your mommy
Need some gas, go hit up Tommy
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
Nigga I be with them killas, nigga we some gorillas
When I fuck her make her feel it, and you know I'm boutta kill it
Snipers came out the blue
(Out the blue)
We came to kill you
Hook
Josh:
What could I say there bro?
(Two cup styrofoam)
Two cup styrofoam, now I'm in my zone
I'm tryna get high I don’t know what is wrong
Put me on, put me on, yeah I’m bout to take it off
Bad bitch, call her Whitney and she drippin' all the sauce
Verse 2
James:
You niggas not safe, watch me pull up in the wraith
Fuck yo bitch
(Fuck yo bitch)
Then I nut on her face
Ask that bitch how it taste, nigga don’t smoke no laced
I be with the shit
These niggas be fake
Penny-pinching, man I cannot relate
Get on your knees, man it ain't no debate
My neck on froze, my wrist on the lake
She got a fat ass, know it's fake
Hook
Josh:
What could I say there bro?
(Two cup styrofoam)
Two cup styrofoam, now I'm in my zone
I’m tryna get high I don't know what is wrong
Put me on, put me on, yeah I'm bout to take it off
Bad bitch, call her Whitney and she drippin' all the sauce
Verse 3
Josh:
Drippin the sauce and I'm fresh
Choppa hittin' on your chest
Bad bitch, she a wreck
Yuh, pockets they be fat
Hit yo bitch, I give her back
My diamonds dancing hard yeah
Drippin on the set
Throw up the set cause I'm part of the gang
Maison Margielas I'm throwin the brain
I got the 30 on me, she tryna fuck with the squad
She tryna fuck with the squad and the crew
Shooters they shooting at you
(Yuh)
Shooters they shooting at you
Shoot my shot, Steph Curry
Bad bitch, McFlurry
Yeah I call my twista, fuckin' on your sister
(Damn)
Bridge
James:
Niggas know it's not funny
Put my dick in her tummy
Louis fit, real shmoney
That's my bitch, that's my honey
Verse 4
Josh:
I used to be broke and I ain't going back
I gotta fear these snakes, gotta watch for these rats
Keep me some bands in my pocket
Yeah bitch, I got a rocket
Benjies all up on me, she wanna fuck n' slob me
Bitch I keep that heat
Bitch I'm ballin' like an athlete
With the .39, hit up on his head and this choppa gonna hit your spine
Bitch I'm ballin hard, call me Kobe
Bitch, Left hand, Manu Ginóbili
(he stole that shit)
(He really stole that shit!)
(It's chill tho)
Josh:
What could I say there bro?
(Two cup styrofoam)
Two cup styrofoam, now I'm in my zone
I’m tryna get high I don't know what is wrong
Put me on, put me on, yeah I'm bout to take it off
Bad bitch, call her Whitney and she drippin’ all the sauce
(That nigga Twaxle on the beat)
Verse 1
James:
Two cup styrofoam yeah I'm flexin' in Vlone
Niggas think they with this shit, imma hit em' with the stick
Drippin' like Dasani, fuck on your mommy
Need some gas, go hit up Tommy
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
Nigga I be with them killas, nigga we some gorillas
When I fuck her make her feel it, and you know I'm boutta kill it
Snipers came out the blue
(Out the blue)
We came to kill you
Hook
Josh:
What could I say there bro?
(Two cup styrofoam)
Two cup styrofoam, now I'm in my zone
I'm tryna get high I don’t know what is wrong
Put me on, put me on, yeah I’m bout to take it off
Bad bitch, call her Whitney and she drippin' all the sauce
Verse 2
James:
You niggas not safe, watch me pull up in the wraith
Fuck yo bitch
(Fuck yo bitch)
Then I nut on her face
Ask that bitch how it taste, nigga don’t smoke no laced
I be with the shit
These niggas be fake
Penny-pinching, man I cannot relate
Get on your knees, man it ain't no debate
My neck on froze, my wrist on the lake
She got a fat ass, know it's fake
Hook
Josh:
What could I say there bro?
(Two cup styrofoam)
Two cup styrofoam, now I'm in my zone
I’m tryna get high I don't know what is wrong
Put me on, put me on, yeah I'm bout to take it off
Bad bitch, call her Whitney and she drippin' all the sauce
Verse 3
Josh:
Drippin the sauce and I'm fresh
Choppa hittin' on your chest
Bad bitch, she a wreck
Yuh, pockets they be fat
Hit yo bitch, I give her back
My diamonds dancing hard yeah
Drippin on the set
Throw up the set cause I'm part of the gang
Maison Margielas I'm throwin the brain
I got the 30 on me, she tryna fuck with the squad
She tryna fuck with the squad and the crew
Shooters they shooting at you
(Yuh)
Shooters they shooting at you
Shoot my shot, Steph Curry
Bad bitch, McFlurry
Yeah I call my twista, fuckin' on your sister
(Damn)
Bridge
James:
Niggas know it's not funny
Put my dick in her tummy
Louis fit, real shmoney
That's my bitch, that's my honey
Verse 4
Josh:
I used to be broke and I ain't going back
I gotta fear these snakes, gotta watch for these rats
Keep me some bands in my pocket
Yeah bitch, I got a rocket
Benjies all up on me, she wanna fuck n' slob me
Bitch I keep that heat
Bitch I'm ballin' like an athlete
With the .39, hit up on his head and this choppa gonna hit your spine
Bitch I'm ballin hard, call me Kobe
Bitch, Left hand, Manu Ginóbili
(he stole that shit)
(He really stole that shit!)
(It's chill tho)