Zim Zimma Lyrics

Fuck it, if they said that I did it then i I did it bitch.

Vans on, whatever clothes in the middle wearing new era fitted's

Best believe if John ask yeah you know I'm wit it

He been had the beamer looking cleaner when you niggas thought your shit was fresh and had a meaner demeanor

Bad bitch Bonita Bonita I'm tryna chill out don't need to pull them pills out

But I gotta get that big house, Moses walking on water I'm a catch like the big trout

I see money bring that bitch out

No cuffs on my wrists cause I don't got the time, nigga get in line.

They call me Casanova I'm like bitch turn on over.

Deep up in that pussy and she pull me in so much closer.

Toss them to the curb they be coming back like come on over.

Can't get enough of me like a drug they be overdosing.

One kick from me have you under London Bridge, you must be into trolling.

Sick the way I move, not in the same boat, causing so much motion.

Wishing they were me call me Obama, lately They be hoping,

Not precise as me get them scopes ready, they be doping.

Why the fuck they did they pull up if they wasn't ready, the fuck?

Had that Scat Pack and all them racks yeah that was last year

Switching lanes I'm zoom right past

Kept a chick with a fast ass, drop it like the NASDAQ

Pussy on my mustache spread ya legs feet up on the dash

Not one of them fakes ones, so no mask here

If I fall still got that Buzz call this a light year

This that real shit, ain't Fortnite, ain't no hype here,

Not on my level ain't no wife'in, ain't no plumber, and no piping!

Fuck the IRS ya boy Westly Sniping, try to get this new job try my best at swiping

Was either that or dumpster diving, where is Zion, please rewind it, my mind find it, they wear different hats niggas lying!

Not tryna be gangsta, I'm still a geek though still stronger than most of you niggas on a bad day, y'all all weak though.

Not about to cross that line I'll take that shot call it a free throw, now it's my turn got your mom screaming porbrecito

My old bitch always had her hand out, that's man down

If I ever had to dump a body clean it up like sham-wow

Where the fuck I'm at gotta pull the map out

No speech impediments the way I spit it's a lyrical trap house, the cats out bag

As a kid get my ass beat and told not to make a damn sound.

The exact reason why I'm low key around these damn clowns.

Wasn't there when life had me ran down you a fan now

Not like the front, best believe i'm back now that's a fact now!

If there's bag, gonna go get it, my attacks all different

I do it myself so my tax is all different, like dinner plates I'm done with you niggas

Like them chicks I'm trying to get figures, like will smith I'm trying get Jiggy

Not a foreigner not like Iggy, holding that weight call BIGGIE

Holding faith, what a nigga wanna do I'm like Scrooge gonna go get that bag

Sick of dealing with a misguided bitch that got issues cuz they didn't have their dad

Weak ass niggas worry about me on a post on my dick no nigga that sad

Not taking you in a body bag better call that glad