[Intro] ZAE
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Mmm
[Chorus] ZAE J.R. Specs
Yeah
God damn you can't top this
Just stop it, it's fucking nonsense
It makes me nauseous, ooh
Imma take off like a rocket
Spit raw shit
You know, you know, you know
I'm on some god shit, some god shit
God damn you can't top this
Just stop it, it's fucking nonsense
It makes me nauseous, yuh wait up
Imma take off like a rocket
Spit raw shit
You know, you know, you kno-
[Verse 1] ZAE
Wait, hold up
Cryin, whining, like a bitch
I be flying high as shit
Fakes is always lying, nevermind they don't exist
I want some diamonds shining on my wrist
She fuck me good, you got a kiss
You too busy talking shit
When I shoot I never miss
I guess it is what it is
They can't do it like the kid do, ooh
Flow colder than an igloo, true story
Young boy, yeah I'm back and reckless
ZAE and Specs and you best respect this
Make a record trying to break some records
Prove it to you? Give me sixty seconds
[Verse 2] J.R. Specs
Fuck it I don't need the sixty seconds
I ain't wishing for it
Imma go and get it, wait, wait
I ain't worried about my schedule
You all on my schedule
Sunday hot like Mexico
My home town no foreign, baby
My home town whip Chevy though
Flow so elevated way before you roll the vegetables
When I'm in the cut they all salute
That cypher turn to Bonnaroo
When I'm gonna leave that mic
That pass is perfect like I'm lobbing you
They said: "Tone it down"
I said: "Do you know who talking to?"
She come through and hang just like the way my fuckin' pockets do
[Chorus] ZAE J.R. Specs
Yeah
God damn you can't top this
Just stop it, it's nonsense
It makes me nauseous, ooh
Imma take off like a rocket
Spit raw shit
You know, you know, you know
I'm on some god shit, some god shit
God damn you can't top this
Just stop it, it's fucking nonsense
It makes me nauseous, yuh wait up, wait up
Imma take off like a rocket
Spit raw shit
You know, you know, you know
I'm on some god shit
[Verse 3] J.R. Specs
It's that new god on y'all block
Can't be you calling them shots
I got stu all in my whip
Me and ZAE balling, they shocked
I got no hands on my clock
I don't check that, got no watch
It's just my time that I'm on
I got y'all numbers call blocked, damn
[Chorus] *ZAE* J.R. Specs
Yeah
God damn you can't top this
Just stop it, it's fucking nonsense
It makes me nauseous, ooh
Imma take off like a rocket
Spit raw shit
You know, you know, you know
I'm on some god shit, some god shit
God damn you can't top this
Just stop it, it's fucking nonsense
It makes me nauseous, yuh wait up, wait up
Imma take off like a rocket
Spit raw shit
You know, you know, you know
I'm on some god shit
[Outro]
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