Zim

It's Azi

Smoking snorting like it's Friday
Dodging juking down the highway
Woke up on a different island
But the bitches smile when they looking at me
Who is he
He think he fresh
Doubt me or put one in my chest
You can try but you might regret
When The Fleet come breathing down your neck
We still hanging
We still slanging baskets with banana clips
If you see us coming get to running or you might get hit
Curses come
I know my shit
Bodies fall when the torch is lit
He's screaming or he's crying
I can't tell but he can't handle it

Slamming gears in the drivers seat
I'm known to keep it real
These fuckers still don't get that side of me
I'm known to up and peel out
I'm pilled out
Words are tight and yo man mad
Hang tight
I'm breaking bad you fuckers still mad
Rain jacket in the summer bitch I'm fly as fuck
You bitches tried to clutch another
I've already killed it bitch
Catch up bitch
See me cruising to an idle bitch
Get your bitch
Swervin fucked up crash into a ditch



Credits
Writer(s): Noah Mcmanus
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