Z Branch (feat. Lucci)

Huge shout out to Min Heejin.

Made this on Hell Week Day 2.

Lucci did the verse in 15 min.

He first sent me the guide with him recorded with iPhone earphones hanging on the ceiling.

Shout out to Z Branch our hero. Free Lucci.

I've been outside with the clique

Pull up in a brand new beamer

Drivin' around 'til it gets sick

Ion give a fuck 'bout, Ion give a fuck 'bout nothin'

Imma go touchdown, imma go Zachariah

When I pull up, I put your hands up

That's yo hoe, she sucked me with no hands

Tell all yo boys like "get your bands up"

Yeah

I didn't think I make it but here I am

Tatts on me all my arms

Go ahead and cut your Ms

I don't got no friends

Shit don't make no sense?

You had had me since

You gotta up and dip

Know I was the shit

Since I was a kid

Ever since I was a youngin'

I knew that I'm gon be the shit

Ever since I was a youngin'

I've been outside with the clique

Pull up in a brand new beamer

Drivin' around 'til it gets sick

Ion give a fuck 'bout, Ion give a fuck 'bout nothin'

Imma go touchdown, imma go Zachariah

Yeah, yeah, uh

Yeah, yeah, uh

Yeah, yeah, uh

Uh

I don't really care about nothing

I'm tryna get to the top

I don't really care about nothing

I thought I told you

Don't hit my phone

Nah

Z Branch Part. 2

Hhh

Hhh

They want me to make sum music, I'm tryna get used to it

I done won with my twin, 30 rounds in my tool

30 on me just do it, now he kept sayin' just do it

Z Branch, we gon do it, Ion care bout who you is

Huh, wait, think I see the sky, but why am I always feeling dry

I come with the shooters when I'm in the motherfuckin' spot

My youngin', he posted on block

3 men jump out the 9

Me and my brodie gon rob

Me and twin gon hawk em

Spent light 10k on the night

Z Branch, I'm catchin' em bodies

I turn my shorty into a model

I turn all my Zara to Prada

I switch all shooters to snipers, my choppers to heater

We movin' this shit around the world, we servin' them kilos

Lil shorty, she all up on me but I don't really need her

I'm droppin' top of the coupe, yeah top of the beamer

Huh

Hhh

They want me to make sum music, I'm tryna get used to it

I don't really give no fucks, as long as my bands are tightened up

Jump out the 328, straight hoppin' into brand new 430i

20 on chrome hearts, another 20 on a Audemar Stainless

Uh, wait, can I see yo guap

And why is yo shit is all drought?

Imma go straight to the top as long as my bitches love Haana, yeah