ZEEM - Monster

What are you doing?
Why are you still holding back?
Have you forgotten what they said to us?
What they did?
They think you're a monster
Prove them right
Bitch I'm a monster
I'm the gold ticket no Willy Wonka
Got some demons and they finna' haunt ya
And my brodie pulled up in that tonka
Huh, I'm like a vamp I just come out at night
He talkin' down but he don't wanna fight
Ya bitch comin' to me cause I'm hittin' it right
Real VVS' and they shinning at night
I'm boutta turn to a monster
You a bitch why givin' ya glock up
Fuck her throat til' her jaw boutta lock up
Took a perk caught a surge no Ibaka
Hella rounds you would think ima boxer
In the telly ya bitch give the slops up
And I'm shaking my dreads like a Rasta
Bad bitch, I put her on the roster
Yeah, but she feinin' already
Diamonds on my neck, gettin' real heavy
Purple guts I shot him, in his belly
Yeah, lil bitch I'm goin in
She was a five, I made her a ten
Yeah, I'm countin' up, Benjamin's
She came to the room and forgot her man
Yeah, and that ho' brought her friends
It's two for me and one for my mans
Yeah, I'm getting fly Peter Pan
I hit from the back and I beat her in
Yeah, and this lil' ho' off a Xan', she think she gang but that bitch a fan
Huh, bitch I'm a monster huh, this a red dot and it's marking ya
Call the troops and they marchin' ya
This one of one ain't no market yea
And my dick she be mopping yea
My bitch like a meal no tilapia
Thought I loved you, you off of a perc
Slide on me and I'm getting you hurt
Yeah, I put that boy on a shirt, like fuck it
I put that boy in the dirt
Have you forgotten what they said to us
They think you're a monster
They think you're a monster
They think you're a monster, right
Monster, all these racks on me
Your bitch is throwin' that ass on me
Yeah, run up racks casually
Hit the mall 50 racks cash on me
She a treesh, so I just had to dead her
Got my heart on the sleeve of my sweater
Yeah, glass on his chain, Cinderella
Hit the bank and I flirt with the teller
What they did?
That little bitch fucked on my bro
What they said to us?
Said she love me for sure
What they did?
Made me think it's the end of the road
She a thot, it ain't nun she can tell me
Tryna spin back when my pockets got healthy
Undercover, I'm feelin' real stealthy
And I ran up the racks on my own
Sipping wock I'm not sipping Patron
Yeah, I told her, leave me alone
It's a Z on my back not Vlone
In a V and I crash up the road
He ain't mean it like that he a joke
I'm all on tour wit the bros
And this thot bitch hitting my phone
Damn, tell ya bitch leave me alone
Pop me a shroom just to get in my mode
Control ya bitch got a remote, I pour the liquor and she drive the boat
Shit get dangerous so watch where you go
My glock like ya bitch the way that it blow

Written by:
Zeem 2x

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