Smokin' on ZaZa, choppa go fa-fa, f*ck his ho then leave (fa-fa)
Doubled up my cup, got promethazine codeine (doubled up my)
F*ck a .22, .45 leave him deceased (grrt)
I was sellin' acid to the prom queen (doo-doo)
We shoot at the head, at the neck, what the vest for? (Vest for?)
Walked inside the club, they asked me, "Ayy, what's that TEC for?" (doo-doo)
Ooh, she shake that ass, D4L, shake that Laffy Taffy (oh)
Got my hand on my hip, 'cause I'm trigger happy (oh, brrt)
Heard you hangin' with them rats, take a stand, huh (stand, bitch)
Oh he mad huh (bitch), his bitch a fan, huh (huh)
She gon' suck the dick, while she do a hand stand, huh (oh)
Came through with that grrt, baow, we a band, huh (brrt-brrt)
I don't really f*ck with these niggas, they could all get robbed (brrt-brrt)
They could all get dropped (brrt-brrt), they could all get stomped
Yeah, Glock on my waist, and you know this shit got thirty shots
Got a beam on it, they could all get popped
Wake up in the mornin', brush my teeth and grab my gun, nigga
Niggas bitin' swag, tell these niggas, they my son, nigga (yeah)
AK-47 make a nigga hit the Quan, nigga (Quan)
Are you dumb nigga? (Dumb)
Leave you in the dump nigga (yeah)
Smokin' on ZaZa, choppa go fa-fa, f*ck his ho then leave (fa-fa)
Doubled up my cup, got promethazine codeine (doubled up my)
F*ck a .22, .45 leave him deceased (grrt)
I was sellin' acid to the prom queen (doo-doo)
We shoot at the head, at the neck, what the vest for? (Vest for?)
Walked inside the club, they asked me, "Ayy, what's that TEC for?" (doo-doo)
Ooh, she shake that ass, D4L, shake that Laffy Taffy (oh)
Got my hand on my hip, 'cause I'm trigger happy (brrt)
Prom Queen Video (MV)
Performed By: Smokepurpp
Length: 1:50
Written by: Jaylier Pineiro, Joseph W. Frierson, Mary Lou Frierson, Michael Zara Morgenroth, Omar Pineiro
Smokepurpp - Prom Queen Lyrics
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Smokin' on ZaZa, choppa go fa-fa, f*ck his ho then leave (fa-fa)
Doubled up my cup, got promethazine codeine (doubled up my)
F*ck a .22, .45 leave him deceased (grrt)
I was sellin' acid to the prom queen (doo-doo)
We shoot at the head, at the neck, what the vest for? (Vest for?)
Walked inside the club, they asked me, "Ayy, what's that TEC for?" (doo-doo)
Ooh, she shake that ass, D4L, shake that Laffy Taffy (oh)
Got my hand on my hip, 'cause I'm trigger happy (oh, brrt)
Heard you hangin' with them rats, take a stand, huh (stand, bitch)
Oh he mad huh (bitch), his bitch a fan, huh (huh)
She gon' suck the dick, while she do a hand stand, huh (oh)
Came through with that grrt, baow, we a band, huh (brrt-brrt)
I don't really f*ck with these niggas, they could all get robbed (brrt-brrt)
They could all get dropped (brrt-brrt), they could all get stomped
Yeah, Glock on my waist, and you know this shit got thirty shots
Got a beam on it, they could all get popped
Wake up in the mornin', brush my teeth and grab my gun, nigga
Niggas bitin' swag, tell these niggas, they my son, nigga (yeah)
AK-47 make a nigga hit the Quan, nigga (Quan)
Are you dumb nigga? (Dumb)
Leave you in the dump nigga (yeah)
Smokin' on ZaZa, choppa go fa-fa, f*ck his ho then leave (fa-fa)
Doubled up my cup, got promethazine codeine (doubled up my)
F*ck a .22, .45 leave him deceased (grrt)
I was sellin' acid to the prom queen (doo-doo)
We shoot at the head, at the neck, what the vest for? (Vest for?)
Walked inside the club, they asked me, "Ayy, what's that TEC for?" (doo-doo)
Ooh, she shake that ass, D4L, shake that Laffy Taffy (oh)
Got my hand on my hip, 'cause I'm trigger happy (brrt)
Doubled up my cup, got promethazine codeine (doubled up my)
F*ck a .22, .45 leave him deceased (grrt)
I was sellin' acid to the prom queen (doo-doo)
We shoot at the head, at the neck, what the vest for? (Vest for?)
Walked inside the club, they asked me, "Ayy, what's that TEC for?" (doo-doo)
Ooh, she shake that ass, D4L, shake that Laffy Taffy (oh)
Got my hand on my hip, 'cause I'm trigger happy (oh, brrt)
Heard you hangin' with them rats, take a stand, huh (stand, bitch)
Oh he mad huh (bitch), his bitch a fan, huh (huh)
She gon' suck the dick, while she do a hand stand, huh (oh)
Came through with that grrt, baow, we a band, huh (brrt-brrt)
I don't really f*ck with these niggas, they could all get robbed (brrt-brrt)
They could all get dropped (brrt-brrt), they could all get stomped
Yeah, Glock on my waist, and you know this shit got thirty shots
Got a beam on it, they could all get popped
Wake up in the mornin', brush my teeth and grab my gun, nigga
Niggas bitin' swag, tell these niggas, they my son, nigga (yeah)
AK-47 make a nigga hit the Quan, nigga (Quan)
Are you dumb nigga? (Dumb)
Leave you in the dump nigga (yeah)
Smokin' on ZaZa, choppa go fa-fa, f*ck his ho then leave (fa-fa)
Doubled up my cup, got promethazine codeine (doubled up my)
F*ck a .22, .45 leave him deceased (grrt)
I was sellin' acid to the prom queen (doo-doo)
We shoot at the head, at the neck, what the vest for? (Vest for?)
Walked inside the club, they asked me, "Ayy, what's that TEC for?" (doo-doo)
Ooh, she shake that ass, D4L, shake that Laffy Taffy (oh)
Got my hand on my hip, 'cause I'm trigger happy (brrt)
Writer: Jaylier Pineiro, Joseph W. Frierson, Mary Lou Frierson, Michael Zara Morgenroth, Omar Pineiro
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group