Zone 3 Lyrics – Nine Vicious

Read the full Zone 3 lyrics by Nine Vicious from the album SEDITION along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Part I]

[Intro]
It’s a jet
It’s a jet, private plane, yeah, yeah, yeah
It’s a jet, private plane, yeah, yeah, yeah
It’s a jet, hold up, woah

[Chorus]
It’s a jet (Ayy), it’s a jet (Ayy, ayy)
Private planes (What? What?), yeah, yeah, yeah (Let’s go, glee)
He said “Fu*k fN,” so we stepped on necks (Say what? B!tch)

He said “Fu*k fN,” so I shot that rocket, pu*sy

[Verse]
Sipping champagne, I’m so elegant
Told her eat that d!ck up, call Pac-Man (What? What? What? What?)
Shoutout pay, got me my money, banging crip, blue hunnids
Put them three fingers up just like Adidas, fu*k your gang (Blue, blue)
That n!gga ain’t thе wave, yeah, his boat sailed (What? What?)
Thеse n!ggas not the new wave, these n!ggas more selled (Fu*k you talking ’bout? What? What?)
He’s taking it in the ass, that n!gga just fu*ked him a male (What? What? What? What? What?)
I take this ho’s phone ’cause I don’t kiss and tell (No, I don’t)
N!ggas (Open that s*it up), always in my phone capping (Open that s*it the fu*k up; Why the fu*k you capping? Capping ass)
I’ll pull the trigger (Send that s*it, send that s*it), keep it so his shooter fu*k acting (Go)
706, this active (Go), 706, this active (Say what?)
N!gga, what the fu*k bracking? (Say what?) Fu*k that, what the fu*k cracking? (Click)
All my b!tches got a fatty (Boom), fu*k that, ice out the Patek (Bee)
Skrrt off the lot in this Caddy (Let’s go), book me a jet with my family (Damn, what?)

[Chorus]
It’s a jet (Ayy), it’s a jet (Ayy, ayy)
Private planes (What? What?), yeah, yeah, yeah (Let’s go, glee)
He said “Fu*k fN,” so we stepped on necks (Say what? B!tch)
He said “Fu*k fN,” so I shot that rocket, pu*sy

[Part II]

[Intro]
Today is the day, that’s what my b!tch say
What?

[Chorus]
Today is the day (Today is the day), that’s what my b!tch say (What?)
Huh, the b!tch just blocked (Say what?), I think the b!tch gay (Say what? I gotta)
I know that I’m lit, b!tch, it’s the fastest way (I gotta, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta)
I’m loving the view with this b!tch, I’m feeling like Drake
I know that you’re gay, so we put this d!ck to your face (B!tch)
Finna drop these hits, I gotta call Create (Yeah, it’s fN, let’s do it)

[Verse]
Fu*ked this b!tch in the studio, I fu*ked this b!tch on the panels (Say what?)
I got so goddamn rich, I thought about money and bought me a Phantom (I did, say what?)
I smoke gas wherever I want, on God, I feel like a motherfu*king candle (Let’s go, s*it)
Candle lit, I’m lit, lit, lit, lit, lit, lit (Say what?)
I built this b!tch a house ’cause I’m rich, I feel like Phineas
I seen that pu*sy in Atlanta and I stood on business (Yeah, I’m stepping)
I pop my s*it on the daily, like, “How you did it?” (I pop my s*it on the daily)
On my Suge Knight s*it, he signed to Death Row (He signed to Death Row)
I made a deal with Trump and now the case closed (And now the case closed)
I made a deal with my bros, if I say “Go,” they go (N!gga, what?)
And I’m so high, oh my God, I feel like a UFO (High as fu*k)
B!tch, I’m an alien, I’m not from here, but I still keep this scope (These n!ggas suck)
Millions all on millions (Millions), millions all on millions (Stacks, racks)
I’m in London and I’m skrrting off in this Benz (Skrrt, skrrt)
I love London, but I don’t like the food (No)
The b!tch, she bad, she like, “Lil’ Nine, you rude” (She like)
Get the fu*k up out my before my main b!tch pull up and shoot ya (Get the fu*k out, b!tch)
This archive fashion, I don’t like s*it that’s too new
That blood on your s*it, we’ll wipe your nose like tissue (Slatt, slatt)

[Chorus]
Today is the day (Today is the day), that’s what my b!tch say (What?)
Huh, the b!tch just blocked (Say what?), I think the b!tch gay (Say what? I gotta)
I know that I’m lit, b!tch, it’s the fastest way (I gotta, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta)
I’m loving the view with this b!tch, I’m feeling like Drake
I know that you’re gay, so we put this d!ck to your face (B!tch)
Finna drop these hits, I gotta call Create (Drop, b!tch)
I gotta call Create
I told ’em, “Drop these hits,” I gotta call Create

[Outro]
I’m cool like that, I’ll let you— (Hit the road, I don’t wanna (??))
I’ll let you fish, I’m cool like that
Hit the road, yeah
Alright, come on, bro (Hit the road)
Don’t get stuck, don’t get stuck now
Don’t your worry ’bout it (Yeah, 4L)
You gotta worry about you getting stuck by the law