Z Rock Lyrics

I could sell some rocks to the rock

I could sell Osama to Barack

I am the 2:30 on da clock

I'm goin be the richest off my block

The world wicked so I'm wicked out that's my intellect

That's the way it is

My hitta stepping everyday like he get paid to kill

I know I'm her favorite still

She be throwing shade like i ain't catch it but she being real

I'm dodging cases on the daily 1kayy Holyfield

And i put it on that on my shhh so u know it's real

How this Hoe done herself inside my bitch DM

I been selling babies all my life with no BM

I am not a gang member baby I'm ZM

F for everybody who know i don't fuck with them

I just wanna bust a bust a nut and then I'm gone

I'm cautious of the people that i let into my home

I been in some sticky situations honey comb

She just wanna be my main she know my money long

How this hoe goin tell me that she more den just a friend

Bout my back ends imma catch you on the other end

If money was my life span my life would never end

My little brother young but he still spraying more than them

He be spraying more than him he be jumping out the gym

With a stick double drum spitting like the atm

Hold up Lemme catch the beat

If i catch it in the cut I'll smack the beat

Got me jacking off the stick the way i jack my meat

Don't do no capping on my songs that's how the rappers be

Aye Lil Keem bitch I'm in the booth w reem

Aye Woozy Woo bitch u know she for the team

I love blue hundreds but my favorite color green

I love blue hundreds but my favorite color green Pussy

I could sell some rocks to the rock

I could sell Osama to Barack

I am the 2:30 on da clock

I'm goin be the richest off my block

The world wicked so I'm wicked out that's my intellect

That's the way it is

My hitta stepping everyday like he get paid to kill

I know I'm her favorite still

She be throwing shade like i ain't catch it but she being real