In The Zone ft. Yung Decs Lyrics

Look, I got big, bright diamonds they be shining on my Cuban Link

Big rocks, talking big popping on another drink

Big, body bands, and all my bands on the brink

Boutta snap in this hoe, but I ain't talking no link

And the link made outta diamonds too, pass another juice

Made it out, not even 22, give 'em something new

This the next wave, this that new shit, where the fuck are you?

And my bills only seeing blue, Franklins out the roof

Gems on my neck, gems on my wrist too

It's a jam that we in 'cause I got peanut butter too

And my wrist staying icy 'cause my AP black and blue

Please don't talk to me when I'm in the zone like who the fuck are you?

I got what you want, I got what you need, hit me up

I got plenty rocks, way too many me's, give it up

Who you tryna be?, 'cause you ain't like me, give it up

Only seeing green, kinda like a dream, live it up

10, 10, 10, all I'm seeing, when I walk in

When, when, when are you gonna quit the talking?

Popping, got a brand new whip because I'm popping

Stop it, what they always say so quit the talking

And I'm walking in my new shoes, fuck outta the way

I'm the leader of the new school, at least it's what they say

Remember talking bout some blues clues every single day

Remember talking bout some stupid shit, but don't think I'm a fool 'cause I got

Gems on my neck, gems on my wrist too

It's a jam that we in 'cause I got peanut butter too

And my wrist staying icy 'cause my AP black and blue

Please don't talk to me when I'm in the zone like who the fuck are you?

Ayy, she just said she love riding fancy, the whip, ayy

She wanna go walking in Miami, the strip

Party girl, nut lover like she Sandy

She got too turnt sipping on some Brandi, for real

I just spent 26 on the chain on some A to B to Z shit

I'm flying off the green, on some Peter P shit

I think she trusts me, she spilling me the tea shit

JFK, LAX when I land, land, land, on the plane, cause I'm popping

Spin, spin, spin on your block, bodies dropping

Locked in, 4th quarter, two minutes to go

Fuck a pistol, toting on a D-R-A-C-O

I got gems on my neck, gems on my wrist too

It's a jam that we in, 'cause I got peanut butter too

And my wrist staying icy, 'cause my Rollie black and blue

Please don't talk to me when I'm in the zone like who the fuck are you?

Ayy, who the fuck are you?

Toting twin glocks so I'm bussing two

Bro gon' put on the pavement like a running shoe

I've been getting to the cash, it ain't nothing new

If she with her friend and she bad, then I'll fuck her too

Cuff her too, she think I'm her lover too

Told her that you're nothing but a safety, Cover 2

Way that I been balling, I should cover 2K

It's a new day, private to 'dalupe

She just said she love riding fancy, the whip, ayy

She wanna go walking in Miami, the strip

Party girl, nut lover like she Sandy

She got too turnt sipping on some Brandi, for real

I got gems on my neck, gems on my wrist too

It's a jam that we in, 'cause I got peanut butter too

And my wrist staying icy, 'cause my Rollie black and blue

Please don't talk to me when I'm in the zone like who the fuck are you?

Ayy, who the fuck are you?

Bitch, who the fuck is you?

Woah

Yung Decs, Young Jai, making slaps, it ain't nothing new

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