Zeb Powell Lyrics

Go Torch

Doing flips

Like Zeb

Carti buffs whole lotta red

No rush she got a man

Hold up

Hold up

Hold up

Still got a chance

She peeping the drip she fuck with the brand

I'm peeping her hips I fuck with the tan

I'm not tryna fuck I just wanna dance

Get up get active

Being yourself is a helluva tactic

Mr Krabs money all under the mattress

40 degrees in my brainiac jacket

Her shit is fat and she like when i smack it

Diamonds on diamonds they dance when i'm rapping

Chains wrist rings to match it

Same shit a ting to match it

Maybe

She all on my dick like

Hey T

I feel like I'm London

Yay me

We can get married have some babies

Don't want nun that I can't see

I need mine to be my only

Back in the game like Ivan Toney

I'm scoring again too tuff to hold me

I'm going again I need the 4 peat

Yellow sub on the wrist like the Beatles

I get lit then I soar like an eagle

Got my stripes like I signed with Adidas

I get hype I might buy an arena

She bad

She bad

Bad girl ima need me a diva

Show me sum baby be my teacher

Show me sum baby be my freaker

Doing flips

Like Zeb

Carti buffs whole lotta red

No rush she got a man

Hold up

Hold up

Hold up

Still got a chance

She peeping the drip she fuck with the brand

I'm peeping her hips I fuck with the tan

I'm not tryna fuck I just wanna dance