K-pop Lyrics

Zim zimma (zim zimma)
Who got the keys to
my motherfuckin Beamer?
Bitch, I aint no, aint no, yeah
I want a Rari, Im feelin godly (woah)
Wonder how much that gon cost me,
they feelin saucy (buck, buck)
Niggas know that Im a problem,
theyll never solve me (buck, buck, buck)
If you came to start some drama,
then bring a army
Ive been goin fuckin
fast and it got me swervin
I know that Im a child of god,
but they want me cursed in
Ive been trappin out the Ozark,
Im Marty Byrdin (oh, oh)
And Ive been hard at work, yeah,
ho, you just hardly workin
If it wasnt for this rap shit,
Id 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 me, you gon find out
how the tool feel, ah-ah
Fuck around and you gon find out
whos real, ah-ah
Who, yeah, ah-ah
Zim zimma (zim zimma)
Who got the keys to
my motherfuckin beamer?
Bitch, I used to dream of this
I aint that nigga you could
Play with, nigga, thats 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
Niggas been waitin to hate it (true)
I got a Beamer and Im anxious to race it
Vroom right past you
(vroom right past you)
Cops keep followin a nigga,
thats bad news
I dont like hassles
(I dont like hassles)
Suckin down Remy
and Im feelin like Papoose
Hope I dont crash you
(hope I dont crash you)
Lil bird bitch with me a
nd I call a ho Zazu
Mind your bidness
(mind your bidness)
Fuck your opinion,
nobody asked you, woah
Look (yeah), this that wap-wap shit (yeah)
Shitll make a nigga wanna stop,
drop, shit (buck)
Roll when you hit em
with the Glock-Glock, bitch (buck, buck)
Semi-automatic if a
nigga really think he want static
Now a nigga doin pop-pop, bitch
Oh, you thought you was a hotshot,
bitch? (Oh)
Now you want a crown with a hotshot,
bitch (hey)
Nigga, I was raised on the block-block,
bitch (bitch)
This is my time, no stopwatch,
bitch (bitch)
All of my whips is top-notch, bitch
(buck, buck)
How to get a plug at the chop shop,
bitch (buck, buck)
Even my son got pop rocks,
bitch (buck, buck)
Fuckin your bitch, dont cock block,
bitch (buck, buck)
I get your bitch, Ima toss that bitch
(buck, buck)
She gon ride my drop top,
bitch (buck, buck)
Zim zimma (zim zimma)
Who got the keys to
my motherfuckin Beamer?
Bitch, I used to dream of this
I aint that nigga you could
I got some bands, now they
got they hands out (hey)
All them hoes that have a man now,
they pull my pants down
They know they dont got no chance now,
bitch, Im the man now (hey, hey)
Used to be my only fan,
she got onlyfans now
Yeah, Im swervin,
I got road rage, I feel OJ
I dont wear no fuckin Dolce,
I smell like Ole (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 wearin the
privilege of poverty livin
And I aint had nonthin
but scraps (yeah)
I had to watch niggas 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 menages 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 dont do nothin but cap (yeah)
I know a couple of niggas that
dont know the bidness
And they do nothin but rap (yeah)
Fuck it, I guess Ill just shut up and drive
I got me a Beamer, Im runnin the lap
Zim zimma (zim zimma)
Who got the keys to
my motherfuckin Beamer?
Bitch, I used to dream of this
I aint that nigga you could
Yeah
Put me inside of a room
with niggas you think that are better than me
I crush them inevitably
And leave them as dead as can be
That go to any nigga whos steppin to me
They all come second to me
My words are weapons to me
I burn it, second degree and get it
And Im sick of any nigga thats sick
And I got it sick and shiverin
Even Ritalin couldnt get rid of the kid in him
You gotta be kiddin, Im trippin
I kinda feel like a kid again (rah, rah, rah)
And, yeah, I got somethin to say
I aint with the games, I aint come to play
Nigga, 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 then we run that fade
I aint really with the dumb ass shade
I come back brave,
get cut when I run back sayin
Zim zimma (zim zimma)
Yeah, ayy
All the girls, dem sugar
Im a trill ass nigga
Im a Mike Jack thriller
Im a VJ killer
Ima get em, long-range Reggie Miller
Watch me swerve on a nigga
Zim zimma (zim zimma)
Yeah
All the girls, dem sugar
Im a thrill ass nigga (buck, buck)
Im a Mike Jack thriller (buck, buck)
Im a VJ killer
Ima get em, long-range Reggie Miller
Watch me swerve on a nigga
Zim zimma (zim zimma)