Walk In The Room
When I walk in the room you know theres smoke in the air
Guess shirt on my chest and a fresh ass pair
Of some air force ones or Jordans you stare
All you motherfucking want but I'm walking out of here
When I walk in the room you know theres smoke in the air
Guess shirt on my chest and a fresh ass pair
Of some air force ones or Jordans you stare
All you motherfucking want but I'm walking out of here
Up jump the boogie from the ass of my last honey
Wasn't a blast least it was a flash crummy
Not no crash dummy bout my cash money
99 Wayne block hot better ask sonny
Flip an O like Spongebob with a spatula
Blood sucking hoes at my neck
Call em Dracula
Know you love the flows
The styles
The vernacular
Still a mack to ya
Forever a bachelor
Never with these characters
Fake gangsta rappers
Get smoked like the blunt
I'm puffing capture
The bitch in you
The snitch in you
Can't fuck with a genius
His efficient moves
You fishing foo
Want me to drop names
Give fame
To these all of these little dudes
That ain't cool
But let me split molecules
On fire like molotovs
And we poppin too
When I walk in the room you know theres smoke in the air
Guess shirt on my chest and a fresh ass pair
Of some air force ones or Jordans you stare
All you motherfucking want but I'm walking out of here
When I walk in the room you know theres smoke in the air
Guess shirt on my chest and a fresh ass pair
Of some air force ones or Jordans you stare
All you motherfucking want but I'm walking out of here
If a nigga tryna play with my money
I'm danny phantom
Whits gloves
Black fit
Green lasers
I'm going ghost
If we catch ya homie lacking
There's no need for a ransoms
Get crunched imminent
Just like cinnamon
That's a toast
On any beat they'll tell you that
Zay can go crazy
Got creative so this shuffle
You know i'm gone slide
No guidance
I'm the man
Get back
You can't phase me
I'm the nemesis
Fuck that i'd rather be the bad guy
These niggas playin chicken
They bitches in my mentions
Hit em in the chin
Now we call that nigga crimson
This money is my mission
Talking green like lipton
They tryna chose redemption
I'm tryna double all the pensions
Ocean made of money
I love to go swimming
Just cuz i'm the wave
Don't mean that u can brush me
Niggas hate on me
But y'all bitches ain't tripping
I'm still sexy
But you know that this shit can get ugly
My bitch like my sticky
I should call her vicky
Granting me these wishes
I'm starting to feel like timmy
All yo hoes icky
Brainy bitch like jimmy
Someone get me a stimmy
It's time for me grab the blicky
Time to get shifty
Ocean made of money
I love to go swimming
Everybody with me
They know i'm litty
I'm a have to fuck on yo bitch
I'm throwing hundreds and fifties
Just so she pull out them titties
Victorious and Killah Toni
I take yo bitch
And i'm mashing up her guts macaroni
Guess shirt on my chest and a fresh ass pair
Of some air force ones or Jordans you stare
All you motherfucking want but I'm walking out of here
When I walk in the room you know theres smoke in the air
Guess shirt on my chest and a fresh ass pair
Of some air force ones or Jordans you stare
All you motherfucking want but I'm walking out of here
Up jump the boogie from the ass of my last honey
Wasn't a blast least it was a flash crummy
Not no crash dummy bout my cash money
99 Wayne block hot better ask sonny
Flip an O like Spongebob with a spatula
Blood sucking hoes at my neck
Call em Dracula
Know you love the flows
The styles
The vernacular
Still a mack to ya
Forever a bachelor
Never with these characters
Fake gangsta rappers
Get smoked like the blunt
I'm puffing capture
The bitch in you
The snitch in you
Can't fuck with a genius
His efficient moves
You fishing foo
Want me to drop names
Give fame
To these all of these little dudes
That ain't cool
But let me split molecules
On fire like molotovs
And we poppin too
When I walk in the room you know theres smoke in the air
Guess shirt on my chest and a fresh ass pair
Of some air force ones or Jordans you stare
All you motherfucking want but I'm walking out of here
When I walk in the room you know theres smoke in the air
Guess shirt on my chest and a fresh ass pair
Of some air force ones or Jordans you stare
All you motherfucking want but I'm walking out of here
If a nigga tryna play with my money
I'm danny phantom
Whits gloves
Black fit
Green lasers
I'm going ghost
If we catch ya homie lacking
There's no need for a ransoms
Get crunched imminent
Just like cinnamon
That's a toast
On any beat they'll tell you that
Zay can go crazy
Got creative so this shuffle
You know i'm gone slide
No guidance
I'm the man
Get back
You can't phase me
I'm the nemesis
Fuck that i'd rather be the bad guy
These niggas playin chicken
They bitches in my mentions
Hit em in the chin
Now we call that nigga crimson
This money is my mission
Talking green like lipton
They tryna chose redemption
I'm tryna double all the pensions
Ocean made of money
I love to go swimming
Just cuz i'm the wave
Don't mean that u can brush me
Niggas hate on me
But y'all bitches ain't tripping
I'm still sexy
But you know that this shit can get ugly
My bitch like my sticky
I should call her vicky
Granting me these wishes
I'm starting to feel like timmy
All yo hoes icky
Brainy bitch like jimmy
Someone get me a stimmy
It's time for me grab the blicky
Time to get shifty
Ocean made of money
I love to go swimming
Everybody with me
They know i'm litty
I'm a have to fuck on yo bitch
I'm throwing hundreds and fifties
Just so she pull out them titties
Victorious and Killah Toni
I take yo bitch
And i'm mashing up her guts macaroni
Credits
Writer(s): Isaiah Jennings
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