Z-Flow
I really be rapping on any beat man
This shit crazy to me for real
This a Z-Flow for real
Niggas they say I'm a vakabon
I'm gripping the steel
Hunting these ops like they animals
He was trying to dip we upped at his melon now his bitch is sad that they can't elope
FN on my hip I'm letting it rip
I'm playing both sides like I'm Hannibal
You don't fuck with me understandable
Just don't ask me where'd all the manners go
Cause I went from nothing to something when I hop on beats know I eat like a cannibal
Eat like a cannibal, heat when the hammer blow
Niggas wanna talk when they shopping at Rent-A-Hoe
Shopping at Rent-A-Hoe, iced out with hella snow
Talking bout rappers well I am the pinnacle
I am the pinnacle, top of the leaderboards
Niggas go damn when they look up at the score
They look up at the score, think I'm amazing
Ain't got white hoods but we bringing 3 k's in
Bringing 3 k's in, shoot up the whole spot
No expectations, I got the game on lock
I got the game on lock, bands in the pouch
I'm making money y'all sleep on the couch
Damn, y'all really thought I couldn't rap
I do this shit when I nap
I'm beating these niggas no cap, then I go do it like that
Do it like that, do it like this
Fuck on your bitch she swallow these kids
Swallow my kids in the back of the 'yota
Just a young nigga tryna put on for Florida
Sipping my cup till it go runneth over
Get in my way and I'm running you over
I'm running you over, step out the car then I step on your neck now I got red October's
I ain't a snake but I bite like a cobra
My bars so sick I think they got Ebola
Feel like I'm Drake how I grip the controller
I got a plug from Tampa to Boca
Man like I said can rap on any beat bruh
I don't even comprehend that shit for real man
Man lemme switch it up for y'all boys right quick bruh
Listen to this shit man
Uh uh I make 'em lean like the Tower of Pisa
Chains on me cold like I'm stuck in the freezer
Don't mean to be rude but bitch I don't need ya
Trying to fuck just to get you a visa
Look if you're a thick booty foreign hoe and you need a green card
Hit me up in the dm's we can make something happen for real
Link up with Sy know I'm running it back
I ain't a titan but known to attack
Pockets like Sard cause they known to be fat
She gripping that wood ain't her first time at bat
Feel like a chef when I cook in the booth
Might let it shine lemme tell y'all the truth
This shit is easy to do what I do
Maybe for me, not so much for you
Grew out the waves still making it splash
Don't matter the day still counting the cash
Know some young niggas thats doing the dash
Never need COVID to put on a mask
I'm with them crazy niggas call me Pistol Pete
Finger on the trigger can't get rid of me
I be with demons it feel like Halloween
Shit be dangerous nigga no trick or treat
I'm spitting that fire nigga that super heat
He a lame nigga baby fuck with me
Cause I got that drip, the sauce
Buy what I want don't care what it cost
Mess wit my gang you taking a loss
Guess what they call me, the boss
Stay in the O, but I'm from Lil Pakistan
Fuck niggas up like I'm Dirty Dan
Pockets gon have like a couple bands
Bank account maybe a couple M's
This shit crazy to me for real
This a Z-Flow for real
Niggas they say I'm a vakabon
I'm gripping the steel
Hunting these ops like they animals
He was trying to dip we upped at his melon now his bitch is sad that they can't elope
FN on my hip I'm letting it rip
I'm playing both sides like I'm Hannibal
You don't fuck with me understandable
Just don't ask me where'd all the manners go
Cause I went from nothing to something when I hop on beats know I eat like a cannibal
Eat like a cannibal, heat when the hammer blow
Niggas wanna talk when they shopping at Rent-A-Hoe
Shopping at Rent-A-Hoe, iced out with hella snow
Talking bout rappers well I am the pinnacle
I am the pinnacle, top of the leaderboards
Niggas go damn when they look up at the score
They look up at the score, think I'm amazing
Ain't got white hoods but we bringing 3 k's in
Bringing 3 k's in, shoot up the whole spot
No expectations, I got the game on lock
I got the game on lock, bands in the pouch
I'm making money y'all sleep on the couch
Damn, y'all really thought I couldn't rap
I do this shit when I nap
I'm beating these niggas no cap, then I go do it like that
Do it like that, do it like this
Fuck on your bitch she swallow these kids
Swallow my kids in the back of the 'yota
Just a young nigga tryna put on for Florida
Sipping my cup till it go runneth over
Get in my way and I'm running you over
I'm running you over, step out the car then I step on your neck now I got red October's
I ain't a snake but I bite like a cobra
My bars so sick I think they got Ebola
Feel like I'm Drake how I grip the controller
I got a plug from Tampa to Boca
Man like I said can rap on any beat bruh
I don't even comprehend that shit for real man
Man lemme switch it up for y'all boys right quick bruh
Listen to this shit man
Uh uh I make 'em lean like the Tower of Pisa
Chains on me cold like I'm stuck in the freezer
Don't mean to be rude but bitch I don't need ya
Trying to fuck just to get you a visa
Look if you're a thick booty foreign hoe and you need a green card
Hit me up in the dm's we can make something happen for real
Link up with Sy know I'm running it back
I ain't a titan but known to attack
Pockets like Sard cause they known to be fat
She gripping that wood ain't her first time at bat
Feel like a chef when I cook in the booth
Might let it shine lemme tell y'all the truth
This shit is easy to do what I do
Maybe for me, not so much for you
Grew out the waves still making it splash
Don't matter the day still counting the cash
Know some young niggas thats doing the dash
Never need COVID to put on a mask
I'm with them crazy niggas call me Pistol Pete
Finger on the trigger can't get rid of me
I be with demons it feel like Halloween
Shit be dangerous nigga no trick or treat
I'm spitting that fire nigga that super heat
He a lame nigga baby fuck with me
Cause I got that drip, the sauce
Buy what I want don't care what it cost
Mess wit my gang you taking a loss
Guess what they call me, the boss
Stay in the O, but I'm from Lil Pakistan
Fuck niggas up like I'm Dirty Dan
Pockets gon have like a couple bands
Bank account maybe a couple M's
Credits
Writer(s): Ardwens Surin
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