Zim Zimma

Zim Zimma
Zim Zimma
Who got the keys to my motherf**kin' Beamer
B***h I ain't no
Yeah
I want a 'Rari I'm feelin' godly
Woah
Wonder how much that gon' cost me they feelin' saucy
Buck buck
N***as know that I'm a problem they'll never solve me
Buck buck buck
If you came to start some drama then bring a army
I've been goin' f**kin' fast and it got me swervin'
I know that I'm a child of God
But they want me cursed in
I've been trappin' out the Ozark I'm Marty Byrdin'
Oh oh
And I've been hard at work yeah ho
You just hardly workin'
If it wasn't for this rap s**t I'd be movin' kilos
Front the pack from my connect then cop a few casinos
Used to fake it 'til I made it just to boost my ego
Stashin' money in my shirt they thought I grew some chichos oh no
I got some new wheels uh-uh
Tired of kids they think that we in school still ah-ah
Play mе you gon' find out how the tool feel ah-ah
F**k around and you gon' find out who's real ah-ah
Who yeah ah-ah
Zim Zimma
Zim Zimma
Who got the keys to my motherf**kin' Beamer
B***h I used to dream of this
I ain't that n***a you could
Play with n***a that's dangerous
Oh
Told 'em I was raised in the basement
Twin AKs in the playpen
Take your face rearrange it
I can turn eggs into bacon
Yeah
I can serve base with a apron
N***as been waitin' to hate it
True
I got a Beamer and I'm anxious to race it
Vroom right past you
Vroom right past you
Cops keep followin' a n***a that's bad news
I don't like hassles
I don't like hassles
Suck it down Remy and I'm feelin' like Papoose
Hope I don't crash you
Hope I don't crash you
Lil' bird b***h with me and I call a ho Zazu
Mind your bidness
Mind your bidness
F**k your opinion nobody asked you woah
Look
Yeah
This that WAP-WAP s**t
Yeah
S**t'll make a n***a wanna stop drop s**t
Buck
Roll when you hit 'em with the Glock-Glock b***h
Buck buck
Semi-automatic if a n***a really think he want static
Now a n***a doin' pop-pop b***h
Oh you thought you was a hotshot b***h
Oh
Now you want a crown with a hotshot b***h
Hey
N***a I was raised on the block-block b***h
This is my time no stopwatch b***h
All of my whips is top-notch b***h
How to get a plug at the chop shop b***h
Even my son got pop rocks b***h
F**kin' your b***h don't cock block b***h
I get your b***h at my casa b***h
She gon' ride my drop top b***h
Zim Zimma
Zim Zimma
Who got the keys to my motherf**kin' Beamer
B***h I used to dream of this
I ain't that n***a you could
I got some bands now they got they hands out
Hey
All them h*es that have a man now they pull my pants down
They know they don't got no chance now b***h I'm the man now
Hey hey
Used to be my only fan she got OnlyFans now
Yeah I'm swervin' I got road rage I feel like OJ
I don't wear no f**kin' Dolce I smell like olé
Joyner
I might go back to my old ways she want her soul saved
I done traded in my soulmate and got a gold chain
Okay
I came up with the privilege of poverty livin'
And I ain't had nonthin' but scraps
Yeah
I had to watch n***as winnin' and drivin' in foreigns
And I was just stuck in the back
Word
I had to learn me the bidness so once I applied it
I made me a couple of racks
Yeah
I had ménages with Nicki and Cardi and Megan
And then I woke up from a nap
Ooh
Ooh
I had a Bugatti and then I woke up in the trap
Yeah
I had a couple of friends I left in the past
'Cause they don't do nothin' but cap
Yeah
I know a couple of n***as that don't know the bidness
And they do nothin' but rap
Yeah
F**k it I guess I'll just shut up and drive
I got me a Beamer I'm runnin' the lap
Zim Zimma
Zim Zimma
Who got the keys to my motherf**kin' Beamer
B***h I used to dream of this
I ain't that n***a you could
Yeah
Put me inside of a room
With n***as you think that are better than me
I crush them inevitably
And leave them as dead as can be
That go to any n***a who's steppin' to me
They all come second to me
My words are weapons to me
I burn it second degree
And get it and I'm sick of any n***a that's sick
And I got it sick and shiverin'
Even Ritalin couldn't get rid of the kid
You gotta be kiddin' I'm trippin'
I kinda feel like a kid again
Rah rah rah
And yeah I got somethin' to say
I ain't with the games I ain't come to play
N***a you confused you a broad go tuck your leg
You trapped in the wrong body like Young M.A
Buck buck
I need my money like andale
Got a one-inch blade get cut if you run that fade
I ain't really with the dumb a*s shade
I come back brave get cut when I run back sayin'
Zim Zimma
Zim Zimma
Yeah ayy
All the girls dem sugar
I'm a trill a*s n***a
I'm a Mike Jack thriller
I'm a VJ killer
Armageddon long-range Reggie Miller
Watch me swerve on a n***a
Zim Zimma
Zim Zimma
Yeah yeah
All the girls dem sugar
I'm a thrill a*s n***a
Buck buck
I'm a Mike Jack thriller
Buck buck
I'm a VJ killer
Armageddon long-range Reggie Miller
Watch me swerve on a n***a
Zim Zimma
Zim Zimma