ZOOMIES Kenny Mason

[Verse]
Ayy, walk through the ghetto to talk to the devil
Gun in my pocket, it might be a set-up
I got some commas in, I could get wet up
I got the common sense not to get led on
I got the common sense not to get settled
Fuck who at the top 'cause your spot can sat on
She come through the spot so that twat can get spat on
She knew I had it on lock with no hat on
I done been heartbroken, shot at and shat on, dodgin' my shadows
I like it grungy, my sonics was shadows
Don't miss the point 'cause you followin' arrows
Don't miss the point 'cause you watchin' the points
Don't disappoint me, I'm watchin' yo' errors
Glock in the whip and I'm ridin' to Clairo
When I thumb thе clip, it's like Arnold and Gerald
Real hеat, Robert De Niro, I want dinero
Started from here on, fuck every officer, sergeant, and sheriff
That got any metal, my swag heavy metal
My bag carry metal, I walk with the angels through shadowy meadows
You talkin' to strangers, that's how you get shut up
You bought all them bangers a chain 'cause you scared of 'em
No, you not the one to step like Ciara
Only thing y'all need to check is the mirror
You reckless, niggas ain't gon' check if you serious
I'm the best and all the checks finna mirror it
Fuck the press, when playin' chess, no cheerin'
I up a level every month like a miracle
I don't give a fuck if this shit ain't lyrical
I don't give a fuck if this shit ain't radio
I don't give a fuck, nigga, it's spiritual