Serenity

prod. near4k

Lyrics:

Tell a opp come step this way
I got manners like yes you may
And its niggas that really done changed
Back on my own
Yeah yeah, im a soldier 
Niggas talking bout flipping on me know I Just might disown ya 


Told this bitch push this shit up
I get money so nigga what the fuck?
I got glocks and aps 
These niggas wanna talk down on me, okay test ya luck
Money I'm still adding up
And she see me she know im the one
Put the xans in da cup
And im like goddamn man its up


And im feeling like tricking out you
And she jump on da dick like she from the zoo yeah
And im counting these hunnids fuckin blue


(Fuckin blue yeah)


Tell a opp come step this way
I got manners like yes you may
And its niggas that really done changed
Back on my own
Yeah yeah, im a soldier 
Niggas talking bout flipping on me know I Just might disown ya 


I cant breathe its so hard 
(Not to let go of you)
And when we get to the stars 
(All da money we gone run through)
(All da money we gone run through)
All da money we gone run through


Tell a opp come step this way
I got manners like yes you may
And its niggas that really done changed
Back on my own
Yeah yeah, im a soldier 
Niggas talking bout flipping on me know I Just might disown ya


Told this bitch push this shit up
I get money so nigga what the fuck?
I got glocks and aps 
These niggas wanna talk down on me, okay test ya luck
Money I'm still adding up
And she see me she know im the one
Put the xans in da cup
And im like goddamn man its up


Tell a opp come step this way
I got manners like yes you may
And its niggas that really done changed
(And its niggas that really done changed)


Tell a opp come step this way
I got manners like yes you may
And its niggas that really done changed

Step This Way

Executively Produced by 1Yassou & Saaintmar

Luxury: Zeir Unveils the Smooth Sounds of "Nonchalant Trap"
Get ready to experience Luxury, the latest EP from rising artist Zeir. Infused with a newfound love for the Zaytoven/trap sound, Zeir carves out his own lane with what he calls "nonchalant trap" - a smooth, effortlessly cool take on the genre.
Luxury showcases some of Zeir's most polished work yet, delivering a sonic experience that's both captivating and undeniably cool. This is music to vibe to, to get lost in, to elevate your everyday moments.
Zeir is delighted to share Luxury with the world, inviting listeners to indulge in the sonic richness and laid-back confidence of his unique sound.

Margielas And Golds

Face It

Trust Me

Dumplings And Rice

Strings

Demi Lovato

Glock-Fu

Rip Mr. Hong

Prod. Skaz

LYRICS:

I had the sock on the mic, nigga was talking too loud in the background for me.

She got the head that I like, she suck it just right, pull up in this bitch clean.

Yeah, I had hopes for the nigga, he was gon’ see the light.

Do you think your bitch is for you? Cause I think your bitch is for me. 



Run it up, run it up yeah.

Throw some ones, throw some ones yeah.

If you hotter than the sun yeah.

( hotter than the sun yeah)

Skaz told me hop on this bitch, bless it

Your bitch I told her pull up and undress it.

Splash, these niggas want sauce to the- (yeah)

Splash these niggas want sauce to the dressing. (Dressing)



I ain’t never tell yeah, what the fuck I’m ‘possed to tell ya.

And the choppa real yeah, twin ass ready to kill yeah.

I ain’t never tell yeah, what the fuck I’m ‘possed to tell ya.

And the choppa real yeah, twin ass ready to kill yeah.



I’m glad that you noticed it.

I had to fuck ‘round and ghost the bitch

You post on your- You post on your story saying you “going ghost a bit”

I don’t think nobody noticed it.

Stack up the money like Ralo afro.

Fuck that, young nigga going all pro.

Y’all niggas broke as a Bernie Mac joke.

Flipping they whip make em skrrt in the store.



2016 man I’m smoking on dope.

Geeked up, fuck this bitch out of her coat.

Touching my gun is like touching my hoe.

Speaking of that put my gun in her throat. (throat, throat, throat, throat)

Yeah bitch don’t move or this shit might blow.

Dressed in all black like I’m driving the boat.

Smacked my lil cousin, he ain’t pass the controller.

Robbing the plug cause he taxing the yoda. (taxing the yoda)



Fuck, fuck.



Found out my last bitch dancing for nuts.

Studio smell like grabba and runtz.

1’s in between and the 50 on front. (50 on me)

White boy E, yeah I’m using his gun.

Fuck that, flash the red beam make em run.

They dissing who? We chop off your tongue, chop of ya-

We havin- we havin some fun.

The bitch ass niggas ain’t fucking on none.



Run it up, run it up yeah.

Throw some ones, throw some ones yeah.

If you hotter than the sun yeah.

( hotter than the sun yeah)

Skaz told me hop on this bitch, bless it

Your bitch I told her pull up and undress it.

Splash, these niggas want sauce to the- (yeah)

Splash these niggas want sauce to the dressing. (Dressing)



I had the sock on the mic, nigga was talking too loud in the background for me.

She got the head that I like, she suck it just right, pull up in this bitch clean.

Yeah, I had hopes for the nigga, he was gon’ see the light.

Do you think your bitch is for you? Cause I think your bitch is for me.



Cause I think your bitch is for me.



Yeah, I had hopes for the nigga, he was gon’ see the light.



Cause I think your bitch is for me.

Dressing

Written by Zeir
Produced by Marsaint & others

ed hardy (marsaint + smokkybastard)

pretty (prod. marsaint + giobtw)

Lyrics: 

Chyeah, we come in your crib with that hot shit nigga

Yeah how it feel to know that you not shit nigga



Chyeah, yeah, switch on the back of bitch and we dumping.

Pour this shit up till a nigga feel nothing.

In the back of the trap, yeah in the back of the trap we gone get some.



I feel like siyah, son of the sun,

chyeah whole crew know I’m the one

Yeah I just looked at mar told that boy this on the one, this one the motherfucking one



This one the motherfucking one



This one the motherfucking one 



This one the- this one the motherfucking one, yeah she a freak hoe she just gone suck on my gun

Bullet pellets and your d- bullet pellets and your done

yeah, Pelle Pelle on my skin 

Chyeah, I see that boy tryna run

Yeah don’t you ever do that shit again,

Yeah don’t you ever, 

Yeah, yeah, yeah don’t you ever do that shit again

I let the drank wash away my sin,

M-M-Me and gang get the pape in,

Y’all done already made me drop Face It, y’all done already me drop Dressing

Chyeah, why the fuck the plug taxed him over, 

Chyeah, and I’m sliding through in that rover,

Chyeah, with your bitch I put her in that mode,

He copped a plea then I know that he told,

Yeah put a dot on his chest for what he sold, bad bitch wanna suck me she like woah, woah, woah

Yeah, yeah nigga you tweaking,

Yeah, my brother dropped a body this weekend,

Chop that boy up, told em rest up in pieces,

Pull out my dick and this lil hoe fiending



Sending them bullets hotter, fuck a phoenix,

Young nigga know that my pape undefeated,

Chyeah, wake up, count pape, and repeat it

I stack the money up to the celling,

Chyeah, sahbabii I need me some healing,

Why the fuck they think lil Zeir be the villain,

It’s Zeir, nigga run up catch a killing,

Tattoo my body, show them how I’m feeling 



Yeah, and I-and I been getting pape from the start

Bullets get sent to your face I don’t care who you are,

With the same gang finna make it far,

Draco put you in the dark,



Don’t get me started on them gay ass icebergs niggas be making,

Chyeah, I popped the perk and she wanna fuck on me because yeah she heard im Jamaican,

Ima hit that lil hoe from the back,

Cause I heard that lil bitch was just caking,

Chyeah, uh OxyContin, in my body, had my heart racing,



They said Zeir ain’t been on his shit, 

I’m like nigga what the fuck you mean,

Yeah I’m right here lil nigga instead of dick riding I'm tryna get my flow clean (clean up)



Got your bitch hooked dick like Kareem,

Yeah know half you niggas stay shrek, green,

Yeah chopper bite like an animal king,

I’m a young nigga with a big ass dream,



I’m a young nigga with a big ass drac,

4 to 5 bullets they eating your face (face up)

I see the real from the fake,

Gunning and gunning till he meet his fate,

Niggas be running and running but making no way,

Step back green till I make me a trae,

T-tay-Taylor port junkie when I slide to the A,

You a dumb ass monkey if you think ima pay,

Bad ass bitch give me good ass brain,

Chyeah, she probably had good grades, yeah rocking abercrombie with the denim, yeah me and twin tryna get this hoe slayed,





 Chyeah, yeah, switch on the back of bitch and we dumping.

Pour this shit up till a nigga feel nothing.

In the back of the trap, yeah in the back of the trap we gone get some.



I feel like siyah, son of the sun,

chyeah whole crew know I’m the one

Yeah I just looked at mar told that boy this on the one, this one the motherfucking one



This one the motherfucking one



This one the motherfucking one



This one the- this one the motherfucking one, yeah she a freak hoe she just wanna suck on my gun

Bullet pellets and your d- bullet pellets and your done

yeah, Pelle Pelle on my skin 

Chyeah, I see that boy tryna run

Yeah don’t you ever do that shit again,

Yeah don’t you ever, 

Yeah, yeah, yeah don’t you ever do that shit again

zeir (@zeirfr)

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