The Come Up ft. ZK Lyrics

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

Fuck a lil boy when he think he the shit

Fuck 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