Zim Zimma (Explicit) - Joyner Lucas

Composed by：Gary Lucas

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