The Come Up (feat. ZK)

Zak on the beat ya you know it's a banger If I swear on this beat then it's cuz grammar If shawty got back with my eyes ima scan her Jack Harlow drip ya you know I got glamour Baby my boo but baby got tanner Ran out her life cuz she told me go faster You make a joke and forget the laughter Ima go ghost keep calling me Casper Relationship mess but it ain't a disaster Stop fuckin crying your a bad actor Amature dog don't talk to a master "Adams my man" it don't fuckin' matter Talk to a man or talk to a bitch I also got class what would you rather Walk with a fan or walk with ya miss Shawty got ass and I am a grabber Red like a Ruby Diamonds are spooky Islands are beauty She call me a cutie Can't say it back Zack on the track Fists in our pockets you know we don't lack Awards left and right ya we earning these plaques This music so clean ya your ears we attack Drip like a drilla we wearing all black These hoes all around but we never call back F*ck a lil boy when he think he the shit F*ck a lil grandma ion think she a bitch All of these bands and we earnin it quick All of these fans but they riding our dicks Foreigns designer symbols of riches I'm gonna drive a foreign and I'm gonna wear designer But I ain't gon need it like a shoe needs a shiner Feigning for assurance from these hoes and they mamas Say I'm a bum you too small for me to care Ain't got my confidence or my light skin stare Jewish white boy but I still got this glare I'm a sexy motherfucker with the clothes that I wear Fly me to the moon lemme play among the stars Lemme see what spring is like on Jupiter and mars Lemme show u what to wear when u think it's not fair But u wanna be a star Put on your grin Forget what they think Cuz it's more about the scar The symbol no pimple but simple the mark you gon leave on this earth when u cripple The part you gon have on the birth when you gone It's not the salon it's the booth keep calling me Ruth cuz I'm rapping the truth My rap go bazurk struggle of being a clerk you just gotta put in the work creating just saying stop playin you ain't on our levels explaining I know we gon make it, Get serious and take it, We ain't gotta fake it, Get up and bake it Food for thought, mood a thot, moves the stop, boobs she got This girl ain't giving me top She a give me her wap Missionary cop Aint ready for my hot ass mixtape it's next for the top Red like a Ruby Diamonds are spooky Islands are beauty She call me a cutie Can't say it back Zack on the track Fists in our pockets u know we don't lack Awards left and right we earnin these plaques This music so clean ya your ears we attack Drip like a drilla we wearin all black These hoes all around but we never call back