[Opening: Z-Mane]

(Z-Mix)

Let me tell y'all what's about to go down (Z-Mix)

I done called two of my homies for this z-mix

Stuff is crazy, naw'm sayin' (Z-Mix)?

It's ya boy Z-Mane, let's get it (Z-Mix)

[Intro: Z-Mane]

Ok, this is the z-mix, man, you already know

It's ya boy Z-Mane with a flow so cold

Phillip Flame and Armyboy, they done came to steal the show

It's that top back, nigga, if you ready, then let's go!

[Verse 1: Z-Mane]

Ok, my mind on my money and my money on my mind

Young nigga named Z, yeah, I'm always on my grind

I like my beat down low and my top let back

Ain't nothin' changed, mane, I'm still ridin' in the lac

On some playa-type ish, you niggas just some lil squares

When they see me ride by, they be looking kinda scared

I got that candy painted blue lac, I thought you niggas knew that

Man, put down that hot dog cause here comes the cool cat

Z, dash, M, A, N, the last letter E

Been killing this thing, can't nobody do it better, G

When they see that caddy driving by, yeah, they know whassup

Kirko Bangz in this thang, I got that drink up in my cup

I'm like Tech N9ne when I hit the streets, I think my car is psycho

But I stay on the safe side, I'm never needing Geico

Statefarm, Allstate, Nationwide, or Progressive

I'm still doin' my thing, ain't worried about no recession

I ride by looking clean, yes, I'm so impressive

They said they can't ride like me, it's the depression

They finally learned their lesson, so, please, stop stressin'

It's Thanksgiving, nigga, and I'm all about the dressin'

Used to be in the passenger and now I'm in the driver's seat

Shawty, if he ain't treating you right, then you can't ride with me

Young Z-Mane and I'm doin' big thangs

Yeah, I'm stackin' big faces, don't care about chump change, mane

[Hook: Z-Mane]

I like my beat down low and my top let back

Still ridin' in the lac with some hoes in the back

Ay, holla if you like your ride down low and your bass up high

Looking like an O.G. everytime you ride by. (2x)

Ay!

[Phillip Flame Talking]

Yeah.....

Y'all know how to do it to 'em, right?

Haha, let's do it...

[Verse 2: Phillip Flame]

I'm a do it for Atlanta, Cob County know they missin' me

I'm talking bout them niggas with Balleys and Louies on their feet

These haters gon' talk and that's something that's gon' be guaranteed

These niggas still runnin', I'm resting out here up in the lead

I'm clean, I mean I'm really still shinin'

I'm only 16 and I'm out here grindin'

So high up in the sky, got a nigga think he flyin'

I'm your girl's favorite rapper and the bitch ain't lyin'

Call me Phillip Flame cause everybody know that he's hot

And when it comes to bitchin' and snitchin', that's something he's not

Oh, he fly! He swaggin' some True Religions, not Levis

You talking bout a check, but you niggas out here in Reeboks

And fee-lies(?), we riding with 4-15 like them 3-5's

Let me stop, we mobbin' all day, so that mean that we rock

Haha, I had to say what's what

And I got it in the song with Flame Gang, whassup?

Let's do it

[Hook]

[Armyboy Talking]

I got you, Z!

[Verse 3: Armyboy]

Young Military Scary, y'all be softer than some fairies

Am I ready? Yep, very, time for these boys to get buried

Been in it since it began and stayin' until the end

The city is what I ran and still runnin' it, man

I'm chillin' with the fam, Phillip Flame, Z-Mane

It's the military boy, you should know my name

Ain't nothin' bout it changed, still stayin' the same

Zoomin' all on these suckers, they ain't seein' a thang

I'm steady pushin' that gas, city cruisin' like mad

Flyin' across the land, still stayin' the man

Music louder than bands, thought that you would know

I'm deep up in that post, you should already know I do the most

[Hook]

[Z-Mane Talking]

Ok, so Armyboy and Phillip Flame, they done killed their verses

Let me give y'all this last quick verse

What up, T.I.?

[Verse 4: Z-Mane]

Look, now even though I like my beat down low and my top let back

I be riding real slow, is there a problem with that?

I got my foot up on the gas, put the pedal to the metal

Stop tryna act hard, nigga, and click that seat belt

Ridin' down to your city, scopin' out for somethin' pretty

Nigga, my flow neutronic, you might as well call me Jimmy

Yeah, my flow cold, isn't it? Might as well let Hov hear it

And my beat so loud, I bet LaTrayl and Toby hear it

Ok, my money real big, the rims is real big

You niggas hatin' on me cause I'm on some Tip ish

Yeah, I'm ridin' in the lac with Army and Phillip Flame

And if you even try to diss, nigga, we'll take you out the game

Z-Mane!

[Closing: Z-Mane]

And that was the Z-Mix