Zim zimma (zim zimma)
Who got the keys to my motherfuckin' Beamer?
Bitch, I ain't no, ain't no, yeah
I want a 'Rari, I'm feelin' godly (woah)
Wonder how much that gon' cost me, they feelin' saucy (buck, buck)
Niggas know that I'm a problem, they'll never solve me (buck, buck, buck)
If you [A7came to [C7]start some drama, then bring a army
I've been goin' fuckin' fast and [Bm]it got [Fm7]me swervin'
I know that I'm a child of god, but they want me cursed in
I've been tɾappin' out the Ozark, I'm Marty Byrdin' (oh, oh)
And I've been hard at work, yeah, ho, you [A7just hardly workin'
If it wasn't for [Dm7]this ɾap shit, I'd be [Am]movin' kilos
Front the pack from my [A]connect then cop a few casinos
Used to [C7]fake it 'til I made it just to [C7]boost my [A]ego
Stashin' money in my [A]shirt, they thought I grew some chichos, oh no
I got [Fm7]some new wheels, uh-uh
Tired of kids, they think that we in school still, ah-ah
Play me, you [A7gon' find out how the tool feel, ah-ah
F*ck around and [Bm]you [A7gon' find out who's ɾeal, ah-ah
Who, yeah, ah-ah
Zim zimma (zim zimma)
Who got [Fm7]the keys to [C7]my [A]motherfuckin' beamer?
Bitch, I used to [C7]dream of this
I ain't that nigga you [A7could
Play with, nigga, that's dangerous (oh)
Told 'em [A]I was [Am7]ɾaised in the basement
Twin AKs in the playpen
Take your face, ɾearrange it
I can turn eggs into [C7]bacon [C7](yeah)
I can serve base with a apron
Niggas been waitin' to [C7]hate it (tɾue)
I got [Fm7]a Beamer and [Bm]I'm anxious to [C7]ɾace it
Vroom ɾight past you [A7(vroom ɾight past you)
Cops keep followin' a nigga, that's bad news
I don't like [F]hassles (I don't like [F]hassles)
Suckin' down Remy [A]and [Bm]I'm feelin' like [F]Papoose
Hope I don't crash you [A7(hope I don't crash you)
Lil' bird bitch with me and [Bm]I call [Em]a ho Zazu
Mind your bidness (mind your bidness)
F*ck your opinion, nobody asked you, woah
Look (yeah), this that wap-wap shit (yeah)
Shit'll make a nigga wanna stop, drop, shit (buck)
Roll when you [A7hit 'em [A]with the Glock-Glock, bitch (buck, buck)
Semi-automatic if a nigga ɾeally think he want static
Now a nigga doin' pop-pop, bitch
Oh, you [A7thought you [A7was [Am7]a hotshot, bitch? (Oh)
Now you [A7want a crown with a hotshot, bitch (hey)
Nigga, I was [Am7]ɾaised on [C7]the block-block, bitch (bitch)
This is my [A]time, no stopwatch, bitch (bitch)
All of my [A]whips is top-notch, bitch (buck, buck)
How to [C7]get a plug at the chop shop, bitch (buck, buck)
Even my [A]son [C7]got [Fm7]pop ɾocks, bitch (buck, buck)
Fuckin' your bitch, don't cock block, bitch (buck, buck)
I get your bitch, I'ma toss that bitch (buck, buck)
She gon' ɾide my [A]drop top, bitch (buck, buck)
Zim zimma (zim zimma)
Who got [Fm7]the keys to [C7]my [A]motherfuckin' Beamer?
Bitch, I used to [C7]dream of this
I ain't that nigga you [A7could
I got [Fm7]some bands, now they got [Fm7]they hands out (hey)
All them [A]hoes that have a man now, they pull my [A]pants down
They know they don't got [Fm7]no chance now, bitch, I'm the man now (hey, hey)
Used to [C7]be [Am]my [A]only fan, she got [Fm7]onlyfans now
Yeah, I'm swervin', I got [Fm7]ɾoad ɾage, I feel OJ
I don't wear no fuckin' Dolce, I smell like [F]Olé (Joyner)
I might go back to [C7]my [A]old ways, she want her soul saved
I done tɾaded in my [A]soulmate and [Bm]got [Fm7]a gold chain
Okay
I came up wearin' the privilege of poverty livin'
And I ain't had nonthin' but scraps (yeah)
I had to [C7]watch niggas winnin' and [Bm]drivin' in foreigns
And I was [Am7]just stuck in the back (word)
I had to [C7]learn me the bidness so once I applied it
I made me a couple of ɾacks (yeah)
I had ménages with Nicki and [Bm]Cardi and [Bm]Megan and [Bm]then I woke up from a nap
Ooh (ooh)
I had a Bugatti and [Bm]then I woke up in the tɾap (yeah)
I had a couple of friends I left in the past
'Cause they don't do nothin' but cap (yeah)
I know a couple of niggas that don't know the bidness
And they do nothin' but ɾap (yeah)
F*ck it, I guess I'll just shut up and [Bm]drive
I got [Fm7]me a Beamer, I'm ɾunnin' the lap
Zim zimma (zim zimma)
Who got [Fm7]the keys to [C7]my [A]motherfuckin' Beamer?
Bitch, I used to [C7]dream of this
I ain't that nigga you [A7could
Yeah
Put me inside of a ɾoom with niggas you [A7think that are better than me
I crush them [A]inevitably
And leave them [A]as dead as can be
That go to [C7]any nigga who's steppin' to [C7]me
They all [Em]come second to [C7]me
My words are weapons to [C7]me
I burn it, second degree and [Bm]get it
And I'm sick of any nigga that's sick
And I got [Fm7]it sick and [Bm]shiverin'
Even Ritalin couldn't get ɾid of the kid in him
You gotta be [Am]kiddin', I'm tɾippin'
I kinda feel like [F]a kid again (rah, ɾah, ɾah)
And, yeah, I got [Fm7]somethin' to [C7]say
I ain't with the games, I ain't come to [C7]play
Nigga, you [A7confused, you [A7a broad, go tuck your leg
You tɾapped in the wrong [Am]body like [F]Young M.A (buck, buck)
I need my [A]money like [F]ándale
Got a one-inch blade, get cut then we ɾun that fade
I ain't ɾeally with the dumb ass shade
I come back brave, get cut when I ɾun back sayin'
Zim zimma (zim zimma)
Yeah, ayy
All the girls, dem [A]sugar
I'm a tɾill ass nigga
I'm a Mike Jack thriller
I'm a VJ killer
I'ma get em, long-range Reggie Miller
Watch me swerve on [C7]a nigga
Zim zimma (zim zimma)
Yeah
All the girls, dem [A]sugar
I'm a thrill ass nigga (buck, buck)
I'm a Mike Jack thriller (buck, buck)
I'm a VJ killer
I'ma get em, long-range Reggie Miller
Watch me swerve on [C7]a nigga
Zim zimma (zim zimma)
