Oh No!
Damn, Z
Look, look, look
Oh no, Z done sent me a beat now I spitting my flow
Niggas they capin they heart really cold
I was stuck in the field so I just had to go, damn
Y'all niggas lame
Police pull up and y'all give me the blame
You only focus on bitches and chains
Shoot at my niggas hope you ain't got aim, gang
Said I'm hottest right now
Said I'm the one getting money right now
I'm the young nigga you put on yo song
When I spit my shit niggas looking like How?
I want my money in pounds
Building this shit from the ground, I don't play around
Petty theft for the guys
Seen a killer in his eyes
Damn, nigga I try
Hated seeing momma cry
Bill money on the side
Pay the bills or don't eat
Couple nights on the beach
Tent nearly went flying
Now I got chances bro, Momma is proud
Damn nigga I was weak
I was just roaming the street
Looking for peace, then I pulled up to the beach
Momma she told me, never rely on yo homie
Told me that shit can get dangerous, people they phony
Leave a nigga feeling lonely
Now I'm just focused on paper
I got my niggas back they got me too
Not shaking hands man I swear that I'm rude
Don't ever lie to me tell me the truth
Hearing my name and it's filling the room
I got family up in the sky it ain't new
I got money I'm making all it for my crew
When I'm sad I just sit down and sing me some blues
Brand new patek I want it brand new
Said that you know me you ain't got a clue
Man I know imma make it I'm hoping it's soon
Family is struggling, ain't got no food
Everyday hooping then I'm in the Stu
Momma came to me and gave me some news
Grand momma dead didn't think it was true
Try not to cry I broke down in room
Hiding emotions but my niggas knew
All of memories I have with you
So many things that I wanted to do
Trynna make music for you to consume
Feel like I'm stuck man I just pick and choose
Yeah guess who's back, when I come in, the beat goes mad
Cant do sins, I'm already packed
You can't be beta when you move like that
Man should've stayed in his fucking gaff
Keep on chatting bout Skengs and Macs
But they're not bad, it's all cap
Boy better know when I come in black, it's Shak
Please don't waste time
Shawty wanna talk, told that bitch to wait in line
Always my slime over my broads, I mean my brothers
She wanna talk about my flaws, that bitch is undercover
You ain't the one so please don't doubt me
Cause I put every part of that on my mother
You'd be a fucking twat to think that I'd put anyone above her
All of this is facts cause when I drill it I don't stutter
When I'm finished you can see my cutter
Word to Stormzy, I told them shut up
Man gonna steal my bread and butter
If he wants war, he can get it, and imma start moving like Russia
Talk about grind, can't be sentimental
Talk about fam and I'm gonna move mental
Talk about her, cause she's oriental
Talk about rough, cuz I can't be gentle
Talk about skengs, they're my essentials
Talk about Shak, cause I've got potential
Talk about color, cause they're all judgmental
Talk about whips, but they're all just rentals
Talk about life, it feels accidental
Walk around fire and I feel elemental
Gs too nice, they too complemental
You can't C, cause I'm just too Central
Can't find any ting like Kylie and Kendall
Sometimes the plastic feels all natural
But the nyash ain't really environmental
Might blow up, but I'm not like Chernobyl!
Look, look, look
Oh no, Z done sent me a beat now I spitting my flow
Niggas they capin they heart really cold
I was stuck in the field so I just had to go, damn
Y'all niggas lame
Police pull up and y'all give me the blame
You only focus on bitches and chains
Shoot at my niggas hope you ain't got aim, gang
Said I'm hottest right now
Said I'm the one getting money right now
I'm the young nigga you put on yo song
When I spit my shit niggas looking like How?
I want my money in pounds
Building this shit from the ground, I don't play around
Petty theft for the guys
Seen a killer in his eyes
Damn, nigga I try
Hated seeing momma cry
Bill money on the side
Pay the bills or don't eat
Couple nights on the beach
Tent nearly went flying
Now I got chances bro, Momma is proud
Damn nigga I was weak
I was just roaming the street
Looking for peace, then I pulled up to the beach
Momma she told me, never rely on yo homie
Told me that shit can get dangerous, people they phony
Leave a nigga feeling lonely
Now I'm just focused on paper
I got my niggas back they got me too
Not shaking hands man I swear that I'm rude
Don't ever lie to me tell me the truth
Hearing my name and it's filling the room
I got family up in the sky it ain't new
I got money I'm making all it for my crew
When I'm sad I just sit down and sing me some blues
Brand new patek I want it brand new
Said that you know me you ain't got a clue
Man I know imma make it I'm hoping it's soon
Family is struggling, ain't got no food
Everyday hooping then I'm in the Stu
Momma came to me and gave me some news
Grand momma dead didn't think it was true
Try not to cry I broke down in room
Hiding emotions but my niggas knew
All of memories I have with you
So many things that I wanted to do
Trynna make music for you to consume
Feel like I'm stuck man I just pick and choose
Yeah guess who's back, when I come in, the beat goes mad
Cant do sins, I'm already packed
You can't be beta when you move like that
Man should've stayed in his fucking gaff
Keep on chatting bout Skengs and Macs
But they're not bad, it's all cap
Boy better know when I come in black, it's Shak
Please don't waste time
Shawty wanna talk, told that bitch to wait in line
Always my slime over my broads, I mean my brothers
She wanna talk about my flaws, that bitch is undercover
You ain't the one so please don't doubt me
Cause I put every part of that on my mother
You'd be a fucking twat to think that I'd put anyone above her
All of this is facts cause when I drill it I don't stutter
When I'm finished you can see my cutter
Word to Stormzy, I told them shut up
Man gonna steal my bread and butter
If he wants war, he can get it, and imma start moving like Russia
Talk about grind, can't be sentimental
Talk about fam and I'm gonna move mental
Talk about her, cause she's oriental
Talk about rough, cuz I can't be gentle
Talk about skengs, they're my essentials
Talk about Shak, cause I've got potential
Talk about color, cause they're all judgmental
Talk about whips, but they're all just rentals
Talk about life, it feels accidental
Walk around fire and I feel elemental
Gs too nice, they too complemental
You can't C, cause I'm just too Central
Can't find any ting like Kylie and Kendall
Sometimes the plastic feels all natural
But the nyash ain't really environmental
Might blow up, but I'm not like Chernobyl!
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Writer(s): Lucas Darboe
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