Joyner Lucas – Zim Zimma lyrics

Zim Zimma (Zim Zimma)
Who got the keys to my motherfuckin’ Beamer?
B****, I ain’t no [?]
Yeah

I want a ‘Rari, I’m feelin’ godly (Woah)
Wonder how much that gon’ cost me, they feelin’ saucy (Buck, buck)
N***** know that I’m a problem, they’ll never solve me (Buck, buck, buck)
If you came to start some drama, then bring a army
I’ve been goin’ f*****’ fast and it got me swervin’
I know that I’m a child of God, but they want me cursed in
I’ve been trappin’ out the Ozark, I’m Marty Byrdin’ (Oh, oh)
And I’ve been hard at work, yeah, ho, you just hardly workin’
If it wasn’t for this rap s***, I’d be movin’ kilos
Front the pack from my connect then cop a few casinos
Used to fake it ’til I made it just to boost my ego
Stashin’ money in my shirt, they thought I grew some chichos, oh no
I got some new wheels, uh-uh
Tired of kids, they think that we in school still, ah-ah
Play me, you gon’ find out how the tool feel, ah-ah
F*** around and you gon’ find out who’s real, ah-ah
Who, yeah, ah-ah

Zim Zimma (Zim Zimma)
Who got the keys to my motherfuckin’ Beamer?
B****, I used to dream of this
I ain’t that n**** you could

Play with, n****, that’s dangerous (Oh)
Told ’em I was raised in the basement
Twin AKs in the playpen
Take your face, rearrange it
I can turn eggs into bacon (Yeah)
I can serve base with a apron
N***** been waitin’ to hate it (True)
I got a Beamer and I’m anxious to race it
Vroom right past you (Vroom right past you)
Cops keep followin’ a n****, that’s bad news
I don’t like hassles (I don’t like hassles)
S*** it down Remy and I’m feelin’ like Papoose
Hope I don’t crash you (Hope I don’t crash you)
Lil’ bird b**** with me and I call a ho Zazu
Mind your bidness (Mind your bidness)
F*** your opinion, nobody asked you, woah
Look (Yeah), this that WAP-WAP s*** (Yeah)
S***’ll make a n**** wanna stop, drop, s*** (Buck)
Roll when you hit ’em with the Glock-Glock, b**** (Buck, buck)
Semi-automatic if a n**** really think he want static
Now a n**** doin’ pop-pop, b****
Oh, you thought you was a hotshot, b****? (Oh)
Now you want a crown with a hotshot, b**** (Hey)
N****, I was raised on the block-block, b****
This is my time, no stopwatch, b****
All of my whips is top-notch, b****
How to get a plug at the chop shop, b****
Even my son got pop rocks, b****
F*****’ your b****, don’t c*** block, b****
I get your b****, I’ma [?], b****
She gon’ ride my drop top, b****

Zim Zimma (Zim Zimma)
Who got the keys to my motherfuckin’ Beamer?
B****, I used to dream of this
I ain’t that n**** you could

I got some bands, now they got they hands out (Hey)
All them hoes that have a man now, they pull my pants down
They know they don’t got no chance now, b****, I’m the man now (Hey, hey)
Used to be my only fan, she got OnlyFans now
Yeah, I’m swervin’, I got road rage, I feel like OJ
I don’t wear no f*****’ Dolce, I smell like ole (Joyner)
I might go back to my old ways, she want her soul saved
I done traded in my soulmate and got a gold chain
Okay
I came up with the privilege of poverty livin’ and I ain’t had nonthin’ but scraps (Yeah)
I had to watch n***** winnin’ and drivin’ in foreigns and I was just stuck in the back (Word)
I had to learn me the bidness so once I applied it, I made me a couple of racks (Yeah)
I had menages with Nicki and Cardi and Megan and then I woke up from a nap
Ooh (Ooh)
I had a Bugatti and then I woke up in the trap (Yeah)
I had a couple of friends I left in the past ’cause they don’t do nothin’ but cap (Yeah)
I know a couple of n***** that don’t know the bidness and they do nothin’ but rap (Yeah)
F*** it I guess I’ll just shut up and drive, I got me a Beamer, I’m runnin’ the lap

Zim Zimma (Zim Zimma)
Who got the keys to my motherfuckin’ Beamer?
B****, I used to dream of this
I ain’t that n**** you could

Yeah
Put me inside of a room with n***** you think that are better than me
I crush them inevitably
And leave them as dead as can be
That go to any n**** who’s steppin’ to me
They all come second to me
My words are weapons to me
I burn it, second degree
And get it, and I’m sick of any n**** that’s sick
And I got it sick and shiverin’
Even Ritalin couldn’t get rid of it
You gotta be kiddin’, I’m trippin’
I kinda feel like a kid again (Rah, rah, rah)
And, yeah, I got somethin’ to say
I ain’t with the games, I ain’t come to play
N****, you confused, you a broad, go tuck your leg
You trapped in the wrong body like Young M.A (Buck, buck)
I need my money like andale
Got a one-inch blade, get cut if you run that fade
I ain’t really with the dumb a** shade
I come back brave, get cut when I run back sayin’

Zim Zimma (Zim Zimma)
Yeah, ayy
All the girls, dem sugar
I’m a trill a** n****
I’m a Mike Jack thriller
I’m a VJ killer
Armageddon, long-range Reggie Miller
Watch me swerve on a n****
Zim Zimma (Zim Zimma)
Yeah
All the girls, dem sugar
I’m a thrill a** n**** (Buck, buck)
I’m a Mike Jack thriller (Buck, buck)
I’m a VJ killer
Armageddon, long-range Reggie Miller
Watch me swerve on a n****
Zim Zimma (Zim Zimma)