Zach Stine - Nervous Lyrics

I'm makin' your system nervous
Don't need a purpose
Cause it's a service
To f*ck your world up cause it's urgent
She send a package I return it
I word shit, you can't determine, why it is burnin'
The grind is hard, but then I'll be earnin'
Yuh, playin' this for Shawn
Aim for the stars, without the pawn
Mowin' they ass, they shred like a lawn
I'm feelin' real brawn
F*ckin' bitches then they gone, I ain't even play my song
Don't know what shit I've been on
I just try to play along
Stayin' up until it's dawn
Let me stick my dick in cause I told her
Then i'ma be with her 'till I'm older
And carry that bitch on my f*ckin' shoulders
One day I'll be on your f*ckin' posters sayin' put that shit inside your holsters
On a roller coaster, do you feel the burn like a toaster?
Well I am a roaster but I stay drippin' like a coaster (Oou, damn)
I'm makin' your system nervous
Don't need a purpose
Cause it's a service
To f*ck your world up cause it's urgent
She send a package I return it
I word shit, you can't determine, why it is burnin'
The grind is hard, but then I'll be earnin'
The heinous, decision, to show her anus
It made her famous, she ain't the sanest
The lamest, boy on the block, is really the tamest
Wait, I will never do with dates, that bitch was lookin real blonde
But shit was different all along
But I didn't make her go, she just sat on a log
Didn't make her wander, she just had to sit and ponder
On the fact, that I thought she was blonder
Please, come in and lay on the sheets
Let me snag a f*ckin' piece, I won't say peace
I'ma hold a f*ckin' lease, and never let go, capeesh?
My flows are so sick, but there's so many that I won't pick
One day, buy a lot of cars, David Dobrik
Use a Trojan for the whole chick
Now she postin' up on the gram with me ain't no ghostin (Shit)
And shit's kinda funny, she'll be hoppin like a bunny
When I'm makin lots of money (Woah)
I'm makin' your system nervous
Don't need a purpose
Cause it's a service
To f*ck your world up cause it's urgent
She send a package I return it
I word shit, you can't determine, why it is burnin'
The grind is hard, but then I'll be earnin'
Shit is gooey kinda gummy, but I ain't no f*ckin' dummy
Tryna trap me actin' lovey, so I kept it in her tummy
Didn't let her call me honey, she said why the f*ck he done he gonna leave me lookin bummy
But I'm aimin' real high, yea for the stars, after the sky
Come with the bars, so I can say bye
To Nashville, killstreak gotta smash, kill I'ma turn it into smashville
Cause they likin' on my back, build shit is sick all my raps, ill
I'ma put you in a back tilt
Cause we can relax, hoping I can get a throne made of stacks
Built high, people stop in they're tracks
High enough, it might get some attacks
But hopefully, it ain't have to much tax
Now I'ma take a pause it ain't eternal
Or menopause relaxin' my internals
I am the chief of this shit I'm the colonel, yea
I made this f*ckin' beat too so, hope you enjoyed this shit
I'll be back soon, peace