Zone by F L A C O Lyrics
[Verse]
Ima bring the pain switch lanes like diesel
Schmokin on flame gold rang like smeagel
Nigga you a lame gave my name to the people
Shit'll never change everythangs so feeble
Nigga so sick fuck around and make a wish
Wrist do a twist fuck around a make a dish
You ain't done shit dumb shit and you bitch made
666 give a kiss to my switchblade
Call me Bob Flay cookin up an entrée
Wait get up out the way in the lane like Deandre
All black fit Donna Karen on my stitch now
Every convo is a godamn pitch now
Steppin' out the house is a goddamn bitch now
Mixin' in the pot like a goddamn witch now
All these niggas switchin'
Stay in my position
Look I glisten
I been really distant
Hangin' with the henchmen
You yellow bellied like a simpson
Nigga press play guaranteed you get a head high
Shootin off at the mouth nigga you a dead eye
Paper planes smoke nigga I just rolled a red eye
Fresh to death guess I'm pretty fly for a dead guy
Verse so hype write hooks like Tyson
All these rap niggas wanna look like Bryson
Catch me round town roll round like a Dyson
Don't look down nigga I just upped my pricin'
Throwin' cookie in the cone
Press play then I zone
I'm not pickin up the phone
Press play then I zone
[Chorus]
Zone
X12
Ima bring the pain switch lanes like diesel
Schmokin on flame gold rang like smeagel
Nigga you a lame gave my name to the people
Shit'll never change everythangs so feeble
Nigga so sick fuck around and make a wish
Wrist do a twist fuck around a make a dish
You ain't done shit dumb shit and you bitch made
666 give a kiss to my switchblade
Call me Bob Flay cookin up an entrée
Wait get up out the way in the lane like Deandre
All black fit Donna Karen on my stitch now
Every convo is a godamn pitch now
Steppin' out the house is a goddamn bitch now
Mixin' in the pot like a goddamn witch now
All these niggas switchin'
Stay in my position
Look I glisten
I been really distant
Hangin' with the henchmen
You yellow bellied like a simpson
Nigga press play guaranteed you get a head high
Shootin off at the mouth nigga you a dead eye
Paper planes smoke nigga I just rolled a red eye
Fresh to death guess I'm pretty fly for a dead guy
Verse so hype write hooks like Tyson
All these rap niggas wanna look like Bryson
Catch me round town roll round like a Dyson
Don't look down nigga I just upped my pricin'
Throwin' cookie in the cone
Press play then I zone
I'm not pickin up the phone
Press play then I zone
[Chorus]
Zone
X12