ZEEM - ZEEMWYA?

Why these niggas talking tough but they not showing up(Niggas pussy)
Sexy girl she came from Florida
Every time she see me she just wanna blow me up
No I can't leave the crib without the blicky tucked
Cause ZEEM, he is not one of them(Not never)
Stacking my racks, getting my dividends
She hit me as soon as I land
She said ZEEM I wanna be more than friends
In the Z and I push it faster than a Benz
Everyday I wake up to some new bands
Like bitch stop holding my hand
I pulled up now he repping Iran
Bitch I brought beach to the sand
Said I'm broke what the fuck is you saying
I took that brand new Porsche right off the lot
If I crash it I hop in a lamb
She said, "ZEEM I wanna go to Japan"
I told her, "We can go to Napaj"
After that she took her shit and dipped
I'm glad we on the same page
I'm mad I'm filled up with rage
I'm setting the rap game ablaze
I told that bitch if I fuck her and dip
I'ma be gone for some days
Beat his ass he stepping on my J's
Oh he a shooter he playing for Faze
If I break up with you little bitch
You better not be using my phrase
But someone please pass me the lighter
Young nigga tryna get higher
Bad bitch she turn to a liar
The chopper going to sing like a choir
On the field like I'm Harry Maguire
I like to mix the grabba with the weed, just cause that shit get me higher(that shit get me Fried)
All that talking down getting repetitive
If he run send the shot to his relative
Copped a Prezi' but I'm not a president
Why you talking on me you irrelevent
Think he hard but my nine turn him delicate
Ran out of fucks to give like I'm celibate
If it's beef than you know that I'm ending it
If she creaming you know that I'm bending it
Just dropped a opp so we celebrate
My money a jock and it's lifting weights (okay)
Can't wait until I see the heaven gates (okay)
You niggas talk bullshit like Kevin Gates (okay)
(What the fuck?)
But I'm getting off track (okay)
Fuck on that bitch and I hit from the back (okay)
I cannot fuck her if her shit not fat (okay)
ZEEM where the fuck is you at (okay)
I got opps running like we on a track(okay)
Beam on the gun never lack (okay)
He think he winning he coming in last (okay)
If I'm a tick you a tack (okay)
If he sends shots then I'm bussing right back (okay)
Cuban hoe sit on my lap (okay)
She rubbing my dick but whole time it's the gat

Written by:
ZEEM 2X

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