[Opening: Z-Mane]
(Z-Mix)
Let me tell y'all what's about to go down (Z-Mix)
I done called two of my homies for this z-mix
Stuff is crazy, naw'm sayin' (Z-Mix)?
It's ya boy Z-Mane, let's get it (Z-Mix)
[Intro: Z-Mane]
Ok, this is the z-mix, man, you already know
It's ya boy Z-Mane with a flow so cold
Phillip Flame and Armyboy, they done came to steal the show
It's that top back, n*gga, if you ready, then let's go!
[Verse 1: Z-Mane]
Ok, my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Young n*gga named Z, yeah, I'm always on my grind
I like my beat down low and my top let back
Ain't nothin' changed, mane, I'm still ridin' in the lac
On some playa-type ish, you n*ggas just some lil squares
When they see me ride by, they be looking kinda scared
I got that candy painted blue lac, I thought you n*ggas knew that
Man, put down that hot dog cause here comes the cool cat
Z, dash, M, A, N, the last letter E
Been killing this thing, can't nobody do it better, G
When they see that caddy driving by, yeah, they know whassup
Kirko Bangz in this thang, I got that drink up in my cup
I'm like Tech N9ne when I hit the streets, I think my car is psycho
But I stay on the safe side, I'm never needing Geico
Statefarm, Allstate, Nationwide, or Progressive
I'm still doin' my thing, ain't worried about no recession
I ride by looking clean, yes, I'm so impressive
They said they can't ride like me, it's the depression
They finally learned their lesson, so, please, stop stressin'
It's Thanksgiving, n*gga, and I'm all about the dressin'
Used to be in the passenger and now I'm in the driver's seat
Shawty, if he ain't treating you right, then you can't ride with me
Young Z-Mane and I'm doin' big thangs
Yeah, I'm stackin' big faces, don't care about chump change, mane
[Hook: Z-Mane]
I like my beat down low and my top let back
Still ridin' in the lac with some hoes in the back
Ay, holla if you like your ride down low and your bass up high
Looking like an O.G. everytime you ride by. (2x)
Ay!
[Phillip Flame Talking]
Yeah.....
Y'all know how to do it to 'em, right?
Haha, let's do it...
[Verse 2: Phillip Flame]
I'm a do it for Atlanta, Cob County know they missin' me
I'm talking bout them n*ggas with Balleys and Louies on their feet
These haters gon' talk and that's something that's gon' be guaranteed
These n*ggas still runnin', I'm resting out here up in the lead
I'm clean, I mean I'm really still shinin'
I'm only 16 and I'm out here grindin'
So high up in the sky, got a n*gga think he flyin'
I'm your girl's favorite rapper and the b*tch ain't lyin'
Call me Phillip Flame cause everybody know that he's hot
And when it comes to b*tchin' and snitchin', that's something he's not
Oh, he fly! He swaggin' some True Religions, not Levis
You talking bout a check, but you n*ggas out here in Reeboks
And fee-lies(?), we riding with 4-15 like them 3-5's
Let me stop, we mobbin' all day, so that mean that we rock
Haha, I had to say what's what
And I got it in the song with Flame Gang, whassup?
Let's do it
[Hook]
[Armyboy Talking]
I got you, Z!
[Verse 3: Armyboy]
Young Military Scary, y'all be softer than some fairies
Am I ready? Yep, very, time for these boys to get buried
Been in it since it began and stayin' until the end
The city is what I ran and still runnin' it, man
I'm chillin' with the fam, Phillip Flame, Z-Mane
It's the military boy, you should know my name
Ain't nothin' bout it changed, still stayin' the same
Zoomin' all on these suckers, they ain't seein' a thang
I'm steady pushin' that gas, city cruisin' like mad
Flyin' across the land, still stayin' the man
Music louder than bands, thought that you would know
I'm deep up in that post, you should already know I do the most
[Hook]
[Z-Mane Talking]
Ok, so Armyboy and Phillip Flame, they done killed their verses
Let me give y'all this last quick verse
What up, T.I.?
[Verse 4: Z-Mane]
Look, now even though I like my beat down low and my top let back
I be riding real slow, is there a problem with that?
I got my foot up on the gas, put the pedal to the metal
Stop tryna act hard, n*gga, and click that seat belt
Ridin' down to your city, scopin' out for somethin' pretty
n*gga, my flow neutronic, you might as well call me Jimmy
Yeah, my flow cold, isn't it? Might as well let Hov hear it
And my beat so loud, I bet LaTrayl and Toby hear it
Ok, my money real big, the rims is real big
You n*ggas hatin' on me cause I'm on some Tip ish
Yeah, I'm ridin' in the lac with Army and Phillip Flame
And if you even try to diss, n*gga, we'll take you out the game
Z-Mane!
[Closing: Z-Mane]
And that was the Z-Mix