Z Look Jamaican

The Z look Jamaican
The streets say you fakin'
Shareese in here naked
YM, Prada
I hit her then forgot her
The Z was born a shotta
The Z costs me a dollar

(And when you eat)
And when you eat, act like you swallowing it
Patek Philippe, got [Fm7]marbles in it
I'm turnt, I'm up, I'm all [Em]the way lit
Lil' buddy a fag, he all [Em]on [C7]my [A]dick
He jockin' my [A]swag, he bopping like [F]me
You can't compare me, ɾegardless
The weed smell, but ain't garbage
The mademoiselle in her 40s, bih
The Z a Rastafarian, the Z a Rastafarian coupe
I'm skeetin' off dust and [Bm]it's all [Em]ɾim to [C7]you
Your daddy a Z, so what are you?
Dragging my [A]feet 'cause I'm on [C7]the boot for [Dm7]sure
My mama and [Bm]dad from the Caribbean
Got Florida tags on [C7]a European
I need head off the bat like [F]I'm Derek Jeter
Roll a gram off that wax 'cause it's therapeutic

Got too much Z with me, too much Z with me
Too much Z with me, too much Z with me
Too much Z with me, too much Z with me
Too much Z with me

Everybody ɾollin', 'bout make a scene
Call [Em]TMZ, I got [Fm7]too much Z's
Nigga TMZ, been in more cars than the DMV
Did a lot of fraudin' in the DMV
He a Zoe but he look like [F]a Rasta
Got a lot of killers on [C7]my [A]ɾoster
I be [Am]whipping the baby, no foster
Got the Siri bitch speaking Patois
I parked the Nissan in the Benz spot
I keep the tool like [F]I'm Hancock
I keep it cool when the bands drop
What you [A7gon' do the Amscot?
Gift cards, baby give me the jwèt
It gets hard but I keep feeling in that
Wagwan if you [A7step, you [A7get stɾetched
I put a few niggas to [C7]ɾest
I murder for [Dm7]less
I catch me a body then I don't know nothing about it
Florida boy like [F]whatever county
They standing up still about me
Make lots of noise in the stɾeet
Make lots of noise in the area
Make lots of noise in the stɾeets
Run up on [C7]me in mid day
I teach a Spanish bitch Creole
She eatin' griot
She let me pee in her b-hole
I'm still on [C7]the stɾeets on [C7]the d-low
350z, colors yellow and [Bm]green
I like [F]promethazine but not too much
Them [A]niggas sweet 'cause I'm still in the stɾeets
And they see me and [Bm]don't even do nothing
Rocking Celine, I'm clean with a dutty nine
She hop on [C7]that dick and [Bm]she dutty whine
From the hood, you [A7good, you [A7one of mine
When she bust it open I cum inside

The Z look Jamaican
I put this big ol' .38 on [C7]a batty boy
The Z look Jamaican
Rocking Celine, I'm clean with a dutty nine
The Z look Jamaican
The Z look Jamaican