[Intro: Brandon, Logic, & Sample]
Zach, my name is Zach
I'm a rapper, producer from Florida, and I'm twenty two
Been rapping for seven years, producing for five
Florida in the house
Florida in the house
Kiss me already
Hold me in your loving arms
And hold me steady
And I will fall in love
[Hook: ZFaShort]
Yeah, the glove fit, like OJ
Cut a bitch off, like Rogaine
Flame to this shit, like propane
I'm pushing the keys, no cocaine
That mean I hit the piano
You taking shots, out of ammo
You cannot see me, like camo
Yeah, ZFaShort be the handle
Yeah, the glove fit, like OJ
Cut a bitch off, likŠµ Rogaine
Flame to this shit, like propanŠµ
I'm pushing the keys, no cocaine
That mean I hit the piano
You taking shots, out of ammo
You cannot see me, like camo
Yeah, ZFaShort be the handle
[Verse 1: ZFaShort]
Poppin' off, like Rambo
Bitch, I been lit, no candle
Wick like John, leave 'em handled
Know I be chopping the samples
Word to Serato, pour up the bottle
I'm on full throttle, like I'm Andy Lau
Been at this shit for years, like hand me down
R.I.P. Mac, I been flipping yo sound
In other words, turning the world upside down
But stranger things done happened
Like back when I was done rapping
Now I know that I'm a savage
Now I know that I'm a stallion
Come for yo neck, no medallion
Getting the cheese, Italian
Man, what's hattinin', Woody Allen
Yo shows looking like you 'bout to get up on the Lip Sync Battles, Jimmy Fallon
Yeah the boy fly, alright
That's why they all know not to fuck with the talent
You cannot even imagine
I been the walt, no Aladdin
If you ain't fuckin' with me now, the chances are you'll be up on the bandwagon
Surrounded by trees, like a cabin
Cold with-cold with it, like Alaskin
Bumpin' that-bumpin' that Creed, no assassin
They be chase-they be chasing me, like Pac-Man
But I go-but I go ghost, like Casper
Yo catalogue is a disaster
Surrounded by sheep, like a pasture
God level, leave 'em raptured
[Hook: ZFaShort]
Yeah, the glove fit, like OJ
Cut a bitch off, like Rogaine
Flame to this shit, like propane
I'm pushing the keys, no cocaine
That mean I hit the piano
You taking shots, out of ammo
You cannot see me, like camo
Yeah, ZFaShort be the handle
Yeah, the glove fit, like OJ
Cut a bitch off, like Rogaine
Flame to this shit, like propane
I'm pushing the keys, no cocaine
That mean I hit the piano
You taking shots, out of ammo
You cannot see me, like camo
Yeah, ZFaShort be the handle
[Verse 2: Huaru]
From the Midwest, now I'm best in the South
Foot on the neck, and I'm stepping it down
The disrespect if you checked in this town
Putting out threats
Put it to rest if your chest isn't out
Want to contest, but don't think you could play with me
Call me the deaf, how I'm setting the bounce
Following trends, tryna make a beef
Don't let this Drake vs. Kendrick thing get you aroused
The separation between you and me is displayed in the artistry
Dedication and patience
Whatever it takes for this blade I've been sharpening
See, to you it's a game
This is art to me
Hate when they say they work hard as me
But I'm making it hard to see with the way that I can seemingly play every part with ease
Think we the same, but you aren't me
Bitch, I feel like Lil Wayne on Tha Carter III
Spark the tree, before I start to speak
Then the shit I say, they regard as peak
I'm a narcissist, cause every bar is me
And if the bar is me, that's pretty hard to reach
Can't keep up, know them arms are weak
Like cheap guns, you ain't harming me
I'm the greatest, no debate, it's no arguably
Regulating every playlist, like Warren G
Hitting every time I'm aiming where the target be
It's like a horror scene, the way that Aru be
The flow is so type of fitting
Cause he make 'em choke
Toe to toe, know I kill it
And even with no type of witness, you already know
Know that I did it, cause
[Hook: ZFaShort]
Yeah, the glove fit, like OJ
Cut a bitch off, like Rogaine
Flame to this shit, like propane
I'm pushing the keys, no cocaine
That mean I hit the piano
You taking shots, out of ammo
You cannot see me, like camo
Yeah, ZFaShort be the handle
Yeah, the glove fit, like OJ
Cut a bitch off, like Rogaine
Flame to this shit, like propane
I'm pushing the keys, no cocaine
That mean I hit the piano
You taking shots, out of ammo
You cannot see me, like camo
Yeah, ZFaShort be the handle
[Outro: Sample & Logic]
Love
All
Love
All over again
With you
Kiss me already
Hold me in your loving arms
And hold me steady
And I will fall in love
All over again
With you
Let's go Zach
I'm fuckin' with it
This shit go crazy
It's a big vibe there