Uh
Uh
Uh
Uh
Uh
I told that nigga fight the switch
I done upped this bitch so many times this shit f*cked up my wrist
Way I work the Glock, I swear to God this shit don't make no sense
Why you beefin' with a starter, nigga, get back on the bench
I take drugs to cope, this shit make me feel like I don't exist
I don't even got no opps no more, but if I did they'd be a spliff
I'm used to being on my own so nowadays I can't even trip
Got all these diamonds on my neck and some more ice still in my ear
I take ecstasy to help, dry up all these falling tears
Keep my feelings to myself, I wish Iyonna was still here (I wish Iyonna was still here)
Uh, wish she was here so I keep going
They say, Zach, you really him and I just laugh, I'm already knowing
They call me Mr. Walk on shit, cause on these beats I just be flowing
You say you big as me, you beefing with yourself, stop all that coping, nigga
They ask me how I get like this, they want the potion, nigga
Bruh pick a shruggle, you niggas lame and ain't got no motion, either
Pop my shit, I been legit
This lamb truck still filled with sticks
Every summer, it be hot
Cause when Zach drop, he never miss
Step back, and shoot shit like Jordan
This Glock 23 came with some kick
When I walk in the spot, it feel like MSG, you know we lit, nigga
Uh, uh, ain't no lyricist, I just make real nigga music
I'm a money fiend, I see that bag and I start running to it
If you ain't getting pape, then what the hell you niggas doing
I'm not the type to say what I'm gon' do before I do it
Shit maybe, I come through f*cking this shit up, pop out in new Mercedes
Been in my bag, so it don't matter if these niggas hate me
I'm steady screaming free my uncle still inside them cages
I get my spot and I'm gon' keep it, shit not for the taking
And when I blow, don't go switch up, you niggas ain't think I'd make it
And lately, I been in MIA, done turned off my location (Lately I been MIA done turned off my location)
Uh, uh, uh, I told that nigga fight the switch
I done upped this bitch so many times, this shit f*cked up my wrist
Way, I work the Glock, I swear to God, this shit don't make no sense
Why you beefing with a starter, nigga, get back on the bench
I take drugs to cope, this shit make me feel like I don't exist
I don't even got no opps no more, but if I did, they'd be a spliff
I'm used to being on my own, so nowadays, I can't even trip
Got all these diamonds on my neck and some more ice still in my ear
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Uh
Uh
Uh
Uh
Uh
I told that nigga fight the switch
I done upped this bitch so many times this shit f*cked up my wrist
Way I work the Glock, I swear to God this shit don't make no sense
Why you beefin' with a starter, nigga, get back on the bench
I take drugs to cope, this shit make me feel like I don't exist
I don't even got no opps no more, but if I did they'd be a spliff
I'm used to being on my own so nowadays I can't even trip
Got all these diamonds on my neck and some more ice still in my ear
I take ecstasy to help, dry up all these falling tears
Keep my feelings to myself, I wish Iyonna was still here (I wish Iyonna was still here)
Uh, wish she was here so I keep going
They say, Zach, you really him and I just laugh, I'm already knowing
They call me Mr. Walk on shit, cause on these beats I just be flowing
You say you big as me, you beefing with yourself, stop all that coping, nigga
They ask me how I get like this, they want the potion, nigga
Bruh pick a shruggle, you niggas lame and ain't got no motion, either
Pop my shit, I been legit
This lamb truck still filled with sticks
Every summer, it be hot
Cause when Zach drop, he never miss
Step back, and shoot shit like Jordan
This Glock 23 came with some kick
When I walk in the spot, it feel like MSG, you know we lit, nigga
Uh, uh, ain't no lyricist, I just make real nigga music
I'm a money fiend, I see that bag and I start running to it
If you ain't getting pape, then what the hell you niggas doing
I'm not the type to say what I'm gon' do before I do it
Shit maybe, I come through f*cking this shit up, pop out in new Mercedes
Been in my bag, so it don't matter if these niggas hate me
I'm steady screaming free my uncle still inside them cages
I get my spot and I'm gon' keep it, shit not for the taking
And when I blow, don't go switch up, you niggas ain't think I'd make it
And lately, I been in MIA, done turned off my location (Lately I been MIA done turned off my location)
Uh, uh, uh, I told that nigga fight the switch
I done upped this bitch so many times, this shit f*cked up my wrist
Way, I work the Glock, I swear to God, this shit don't make no sense
Why you beefing with a starter, nigga, get back on the bench
I take drugs to cope, this shit make me feel like I don't exist
I don't even got no opps no more, but if I did, they'd be a spliff
I'm used to being on my own, so nowadays, I can't even trip
Got all these diamonds on my neck and some more ice still in my ear
Uh
Uh
Uh
Uh
I told that nigga fight the switch
I done upped this bitch so many times this shit f*cked up my wrist
Way I work the Glock, I swear to God this shit don't make no sense
Why you beefin' with a starter, nigga, get back on the bench
I take drugs to cope, this shit make me feel like I don't exist
I don't even got no opps no more, but if I did they'd be a spliff
I'm used to being on my own so nowadays I can't even trip
Got all these diamonds on my neck and some more ice still in my ear
I take ecstasy to help, dry up all these falling tears
Keep my feelings to myself, I wish Iyonna was still here (I wish Iyonna was still here)
Uh, wish she was here so I keep going
They say, Zach, you really him and I just laugh, I'm already knowing
They call me Mr. Walk on shit, cause on these beats I just be flowing
You say you big as me, you beefing with yourself, stop all that coping, nigga
They ask me how I get like this, they want the potion, nigga
Bruh pick a shruggle, you niggas lame and ain't got no motion, either
Pop my shit, I been legit
This lamb truck still filled with sticks
Every summer, it be hot
Cause when Zach drop, he never miss
Step back, and shoot shit like Jordan
This Glock 23 came with some kick
When I walk in the spot, it feel like MSG, you know we lit, nigga
Uh, uh, ain't no lyricist, I just make real nigga music
I'm a money fiend, I see that bag and I start running to it
If you ain't getting pape, then what the hell you niggas doing
I'm not the type to say what I'm gon' do before I do it
Shit maybe, I come through f*cking this shit up, pop out in new Mercedes
Been in my bag, so it don't matter if these niggas hate me
I'm steady screaming free my uncle still inside them cages
I get my spot and I'm gon' keep it, shit not for the taking
And when I blow, don't go switch up, you niggas ain't think I'd make it
And lately, I been in MIA, done turned off my location (Lately I been MIA done turned off my location)
Uh, uh, uh, I told that nigga fight the switch
I done upped this bitch so many times, this shit f*cked up my wrist
Way, I work the Glock, I swear to God, this shit don't make no sense
Why you beefing with a starter, nigga, get back on the bench
I take drugs to cope, this shit make me feel like I don't exist
I don't even got no opps no more, but if I did, they'd be a spliff
I'm used to being on my own, so nowadays, I can't even trip
Got all these diamonds on my neck and some more ice still in my ear
Writer: Zachary Winston
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