Out My Zone (feat. Chxxmpa)

Rollin planes Roll another jay It's another day Steady in the scene We just rep the gang Ain't no other way Bet I go and make a play Then I bring it to the house Smoke that loud And that's okay Oh my bama I sense a lot of the drama But that really don't concern me No your honor I'm concerned About the placement of the comma See the hundreds turn to millions Turn the plane to the Bahamas I take a trip Smokin on a rocket ship No lighters get pocketed Fifty six grams in the bag Don't see what the problem is Problem is You is just a problem kid I don't make no promises Nah Can't get me out my zone In my zone I been Killin everything that I touch That's pussy Beats or fakes in the cut Gotta be the way that I stunt When I walk up in their face Split a blunt like I been Flexin on em They lighters stay in my pocket They been Stressin on me But I just stay in my wallet I Ain't worry bout a thing they do If it ain't gon help me make my moves Trynna roll a couple cones Stay cool so I don't be actin like they do Producin clouds so thick These bitches and clowns just gon disappear Hit this once And all my problems just left behind in the mirror Clear Can't get me out my zone You can't get me out my zone Won't catch me out my zone