Текст песни Z Look Jamaican - Lil Grim

Salone Bobo Fiba Nigerian
Scamming got me balling Shawn Marion
They think we from the city but we from Maryland
We ain't the same ain't no comparison
You be saving roller bitches we sharing them
Ride through my block we double dare them
No gun license but we still carrying
Fresh 2 death might fuck around bury him

Shooters spinning with a bow & a arrow
In the alley striking shit like bowlero
Charged up but we in a Camaro
Gas pumping i don't work at Valero
Foreign bitch her last name Kamara
Perc 30s on deck shout out Barbara
My shooter line a nigga up like a barber
Leave MGM & trap out the harbor
She call me daddy but she don't know her father
Had cut it short can't go no farther
Wasting time with these links why bother
I feel like Wayne when he first drop The Carter
I feel Usher when he first popped his collar
Jay-Z I got the dirt of my shoulder
Back then she said I was too young
She let me give her back shots now I'm older
Last night gave 20k to promoters
I regret that shit now that I'm sober
All the racks I done spent on the drip
I could have cashed out on a new Rover
3G hard to kill they know he a soldier
You a snake he got hit with the Cobra
On U ST I thought it was over
Hit me with heat just made my heart colder
They like Lil Grim who shot you
You know we ain't speaking on that
Rest in peace to all my partners
You know we gone get they ass back
Went on the gram i see a opp got whacked
20 p's I really shop like that
He let off me at me so I shot right back
I love my brother he gone watch my back
My plug be doing good business he gave me huff he let me swap my pack
My bitch should be an accountant I love the way she help me count my racks
If I fall off she help me bounce right back
You talking smack you might get smoked like a jack
We play with straps 3G be toating the mac
We on the opps block scoping the trap