Zoom
Let that shit ride 88
Zoom, zoom, zoom
Take off in that bitch, we hit that zoom
Sickest villain in this bitch, I need my room
Spark that fuse and we gon' blow soon
VS diamonds on my neck, I run with goons
Rock out Jimmy Choo, designer in my closet
B.B. Simon on my belt, strapped up with the two
Grinding every night, 1am to sunlight
In that stew, hit that turbo, taking off
We blasting through, but I got a lot to lose
Lost my brothers, fuck me up, I seen them on the news
So we gon' load and rock out, take this serious
How the fuck could I just stop
Now take a break, but I'm back
Now rapping on this mic
Hundred bands up in my pocket, got me feeling right
Every time I search inside myself, I come out gold and bright
All for my family, yeah, I'm sticking to the plan
Devil in my rib, you see my brother messages
Through these shadows, J.I. steady hear you
Yeah, we bleed the same, so how the fuck could I just fear you
You gon' die like me for every breath I take inside this body
I know my brothers gon' rock for me
N60, that's how it be
When we blow, yeah, they gon' see
We be calm, but I'm too busy
I ain't stream, my soul belong to me
Zoom, zoom, zoom
Take off in that bitch, we hit that zoom
Sickest feeling in this bitch, I need my room
Spark that fuse and we gon' blow up soon
VS, diamonds on my neck, I run with goons
Running up the bag so fast, all you hear is zoom
Feeling like the flash, the way I be running through
Yeah, kick flip, do that, that trick trick
Talking bout that bitch, yeah that bitch is a trick trick
Yeah, okay, I just bought her the new lip kit
She talking down on the game, but she know that she might just get hit
Yeah, got like two other girls sliding through, so they might just drop her too
Pull up with a coupe, cause you know what I do
And I pull up with 600 horses too
Yeah, might get clapped, clap back
If I ever lose, just know that I'ma bounce back
I'm getting to the cheddar, but I ain't snitching, no this ain't no rat race
You talk about your own people, man, that's why you is a disgrace
I got trophies on my neck, big boulders, big baguettes
Big things on my arms, you know what, it's wet
Yeah, I'm dripping like a faucet, gotta go up to these hoes, gotta top it
Everything that I do, yeah you know I always gotta top it
(Cause I'm the trending topic, cause I'm the trending topic)
Zoom, zoom, zoom
Take off in that bitch, we hit that zoom
Sickest villain in this bitch, I need my room
Spark that fuse and we gon' blow soon
VS diamonds on my neck, I run with goons
Rock out Jimmy Choo, designer in my closet
B.B. Simon on my belt, strapped up with the two
Grinding every night, 1am to sunlight
In that stew, hit that turbo, taking off
We blasting through, but I got a lot to lose
Lost my brothers, fuck me up, I seen them on the news
So we gon' load and rock out, take this serious
How the fuck could I just stop
Now take a break, but I'm back
Now rapping on this mic
Hundred bands up in my pocket, got me feeling right
Every time I search inside myself, I come out gold and bright
All for my family, yeah, I'm sticking to the plan
Devil in my rib, you see my brother messages
Through these shadows, J.I. steady hear you
Yeah, we bleed the same, so how the fuck could I just fear you
You gon' die like me for every breath I take inside this body
I know my brothers gon' rock for me
N60, that's how it be
When we blow, yeah, they gon' see
We be calm, but I'm too busy
I ain't stream, my soul belong to me
Zoom, zoom, zoom
Take off in that bitch, we hit that zoom
Sickest feeling in this bitch, I need my room
Spark that fuse and we gon' blow up soon
VS, diamonds on my neck, I run with goons
Running up the bag so fast, all you hear is zoom
Feeling like the flash, the way I be running through
Yeah, kick flip, do that, that trick trick
Talking bout that bitch, yeah that bitch is a trick trick
Yeah, okay, I just bought her the new lip kit
She talking down on the game, but she know that she might just get hit
Yeah, got like two other girls sliding through, so they might just drop her too
Pull up with a coupe, cause you know what I do
And I pull up with 600 horses too
Yeah, might get clapped, clap back
If I ever lose, just know that I'ma bounce back
I'm getting to the cheddar, but I ain't snitching, no this ain't no rat race
You talk about your own people, man, that's why you is a disgrace
I got trophies on my neck, big boulders, big baguettes
Big things on my arms, you know what, it's wet
Yeah, I'm dripping like a faucet, gotta go up to these hoes, gotta top it
Everything that I do, yeah you know I always gotta top it
(Cause I'm the trending topic, cause I'm the trending topic)
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Writer(s): Jesus Clutch
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