Zim Lyrics

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