Baby Basile, Chxxmpa - Out My Zone Lyrics

Rollin planes
Roll another jay
It's another day
Steady in the scene
We just rep the gang
Ain't no other way
Bet I go and make a play
Then I bring it to the house
Smoke that loud
And that's okay
Oh my bama
I sense a lot of the drama
But that really don't concern me
No your honor
I'm concerned
About the placement of the comma
See the hundreds turn to millions
Turn the plane to the Bahamas
I take a trip
Smokin on a rocket ship
No lighters get pocketed
Fifty six grams in the bag
Don't see what the problem is
Problem is
You is just a problem kid
I don't make no promises
Nah
Can't get me out my zone
In my zone I been
Killin everything that I touch
That's pussy
Beats or fakes in the cut
Gotta be the way that I stunt
When I walk up in their face
Split a blunt like I been
Flexin on em
They lighters stay in my pocket
They been
Stressin on me
But I just stay in my wallet
I
Ain't worry bout a thing they do
If it ain't gon help me make my moves
Trynna roll a couple cones
Stay cool so I don't be actin like they do
Producin clouds so thick
These bitches and clowns just gon disappear
Hit this once
And all my problems just left behind in the mirror
Clear
Can't get me out my zone
You can't get me out my zone
Won't catch me out my zone

Rollin planes
Roll another jay
It's another day
Steady in the scene
We just rep the gang
Ain't no other way
Bet I go and make a play
Then I bring it to the house
Smoke that loud
And that's okay
Oh my bama
I sense a lot of the drama
But that really don't concern me
No your honor
I'm concerned
About the placement of the comma
See the hundreds turn to millions
Turn the plane to the Bahamas
I take a trip
Smokin on a rocket ship
No lighters get pocketed
Fifty six grams in the bag
Don't see what the problem is
Problem is
You is just a problem kid
I don't make no promises
Nah
Can't get me out my zone
In my zone I been
Killin everything that I touch
That's pussy
Beats or fakes in the cut
Gotta be the way that I stunt
When I walk up in their face
Split a blunt like I been
Flexin on em
They lighters stay in my pocket
They been
Stressin on me
But I just stay in my wallet
I
Ain't worry bout a thing they do
If it ain't gon help me make my moves
Trynna roll a couple cones
Stay cool so I don't be actin like they do
Producin clouds so thick
These bitches and clowns just gon disappear
Hit this once
And all my problems just left behind in the mirror
Clear
Can't get me out my zone
You can't get me out my zone
Won't catch me out my zone