Z2

[Intro]
You don’t be on the scene
You don’t be on the scene
You don't be
You don’t be on the scene
You don’t be on the scene
Yea, aight, look

[Chorus 1: redboy]
You don’t be on the scene
You don’t be flippin’ like me
You don’t be rappin’ like me
I be catchin’ these z’s
You gon’ be catchin’ these beams
You can go talk to my fiends
Imma just walk in your dreams
I see you toss in your sleep

[Verse 1: redboy]
He puzzled and lost in the seams
Seems, like I got bigger ideas
We tussle I chop, the turbulence on this truck, the pressure be hurtin’ my ears
Turbulence, curbin’ the burdens, I’m cuttin’ off uh
Corners I’m up in suburbans bitch
I’m takin’ her home I wan’ see if the curtains are matchin’ the drapes
Bitch I go peel at yo grape, lil’ bitch I just said that we great, cap, huh
Cappin’ these blasters like water bottles
Cabbage I’m smokin’ on a fat, out state
Calabasas model with a fatty wanna feed me some grapes
I’m the antagonist ticky tacky houses break
Smack the cameras out my face

[Chorus 1: redboy]
You don’t be on the scene
You don’t be flippin’ like me
You don’t be rappin’ like me
I be catchin’ these z’s
You gon’ be catchin’ these beams
You can go talk to my fiends
Imma just walk in your dreams
I see you toss in your sleep

[Verse 2: wonder]
The arm a rack, the money attached
The money I'm talkin’ is something you lack
I got some pants, the denim is muddy
He come with a buddy I come with the mac
What did you say to me I'm off the yak, uh
Shorty look good from the back, uh
I make the money and music they wanna so when the year end imma laugh

[Chorus 2: wonder & redboy]
My apologies, 30 bottles deep
He ain’t on the scene so tell that bitch don’t talk me
True Religion pants, uh oh, I throw it back
And that shit be movin’ fast, lil’ baby I got some ass

[Verse 2 Continued: wonder]
Okay my bitch said you a bitch (she did)
Tell ‘em I'm down to get lit (damn)
I'm really makin’ a fool of these pussies they talk all that shit and then quit
I wanna thank god, for makin’ this bitch fall off
Countin’ the shit they lost, all them residuals makin’ me hard
Okay money talk, money talk, we do a lot of that
Dion told me fuck these bitches up I told him we too bad
Pop out and son on em layin’ em flat, uh
I told that bitch to relax, uh
Choppin it choppin’ this shit up they say that they better we’ll see about that

[Chorus 1: redboy]
You don’t be on the scene
You don’t be flippin’ like me
You don’t be rappin’ like me
I be catchin’ these z’s
You gon’ be catchin’ these beams
You can go talk to my fiends
Imma just walk in your dreams
I see you toss in your sleep