Zone (feat. Millyz & Oun P)

I'm in my zone You can catch me in my zone I'm prolly trapping off my phone I'm trapping off my my my yeah I'm trapping off my cellular Them racks you know I stack them on the regular Im on the grind Why Cuz my watch it gotta shine I pack a nine since I was nine Incase these niggas cross the line Ouuuuu You know your boy aint ever lying Them haters better stand in line Cuz nigga I aint got the time I ain't never really had it been in my zone in the first place And if we in a race for the throne I come in first place You know I'm breaking the law just like my birth place Broad hit me up tryna bond see how this perk taste I gave her lock jaw cause I aint with the chit chat Once I nut I'm out Im bout my bag I gotta get that I'm like a chef when I'm grilling and cooking and I flip that Then take them bands to Saks fifth and blow my fifth rack It's just a fact I'm in tact you know the vibes Cuban link icey watch forty bands up in the ride Bunch of rats justifying how a niggas still alive Just remember six is sitting in the clip of my nine But I aint stressing niggas every move they got a live with it Fronting on some killer shit Quick to go and flip your shit I'm all about this bread always been yeah I get this shit And I been getting dividends Way before the stimulus nigga Why Cuz my watch it gotta shine I pack a nine since I was nine Incase these niggas cross the line Ouuuuu You know your boy ain't ever lying Them haters better stand in line Cuz nigga I ain't got the time Zoning off my seventh Fanta Milly Blanco in my element The devil tried to whisper in my ear but I been heaven sent Cut her off she won't forgive me for my negligence Coke weed dope epills what I invested in Go get your friends this blick will knock a whole gang down Shooters everywhere they play my music in Cape Town Two bitches sliding in the telly I hit both thots Washing dirty money like Im Marty Bird in Ozark Shit For the most part Im Mozart An artist but I play with keys Louis slugger break your knees My wrist cold chain too my shit like 8 degrees Hitters whip up at the light your shit resemble grated cheese Amiri denim on my body I pay racks for it We don't want to do him bad but homie asked for it I be flying round the country I just passport it They say my music like drugs take this pack snort it Why Cuz my watch it gotta shine I pack a nine since I was nine Incase these niggas cross the line Ouuuuu You know your boy aint ever lying Them haters better stand in line Cuz nigga I ain't got the time F*ck making excuses start making it happen F*ck typing bout it nigga show your feelings with action I want money I don't care about the bitch Im attracting If I was fucked up and walked past that bitch would be laughing I don't ever label myself the motherfucking goat But my lyrics powerful enough to give some niggas hope Double cross me single-handedly get you smoked But Im off that right now it's bout bread and stacking that loaf Toast to the good life Yeah I got hood stripes My bands gotta be up for me to have a good night Niggas running round all nervous livin a shook life But talking all tough on records That don't look right Niggas talk shit but be thirsty to hear you rhyme I don't block niggas I want them to see me shine Success gon come I aint rushing I take my time And when it's all said and done I'm coming to take what's mine Oun P nigga Why Cuz my watch it gotta shine I pack a nine since I was nine Incase these niggas cross the line Ouuuuu You know your boy aint ever lying Them haters better stand in line Cuz nigga I aint got the time I'm in my zone You can catch me in my zone I'm prolly trapping off my phone I'm trapping off my my my yeah I'm trapping off my cellular Them racks you know I stack them on the regular I'm on the grind