Tabby – Sub-Zero / Nash lyrics

[Part 1: Sub-Zero]

[Hook: Tabby]
I ain’t been ready from the jump
Focus on myself, swear to God that’s all it was
Yeah, cold shoulder, energy froze
Too clutch in the post, Sub-Zero
Nothin' but net
Nothin' but net
Nothin' but net
They keep comin'
Baby run it
I get nothin' but net
Nothin' but net
Nothin' but net
They keep comin'
Baby run it

[Verse 1: Tabby]
Creasin' up the Jordan 1’s
She believe that something's up
Keep the peace, you know I'm thug
Keep the peace, you know I'm what?
Nah, not really
Pardon me, an anomaly
That I speak so clear when arguing
Like hold up (hold up)
What’s the fucking problem? (problem)
I don’t wanna do this (do this)
Please, let’s try tomorrow ('morrow)
Look at me like “Really? (really)
Boy you acting childish” (childish)
Now until 3005, you’re mine. I’m sorry
Okay

[Hook: Tabby & Reagan Wolf]
I ain’t been ready from the jump
Focus on myself, swear to God that’s all it was
Yeah, cold shoulder, energy froze
Too clutch in the post, Sub-Zero
Nothin' but net
Nothin' but net
Nothin' but net
They keep comin'
Baby run it
I get nothin' but net
Nothin' but net
Nothin' but net
They keep comin'
Baby run it

[Verse 2: Tabby & Reagan Wolf]
I know what she like, got her like blue tidal
Wave check no durag, my flow just two cowlicks
Play my cassette tape, got you that new knowledge
She smell like bouquets, taste of a new flower
But that don’t feel right now
Been awhile since I been tied down
For the thrill, I’ll let it slide right now
When she ride like wow
But inside, I drown
What the hell


[Hook: Tabby & Reagan Wolf]
I ain’t been ready from the jump
Focus on myself, swear to God that’s all it was
Yeah, cold shoulder, energy froze
Too clutch in the post, Sub-Zero
Nothin' but net
Nothin' but net
Nothin' but net
They keep comin'
Baby run it
I get nothin' but net
Nothin' but net
Nothin' but net
They keep comin'
Baby run it
Nothin' but net
Nothin' but net
Nothin' but net
They keep comin'
Baby run it
I get nothin' but net
Nothin' but net
Nothin' but net

[Part 2: Nash]

[Verse: Tabby]
Jansport, shattered backboards
Sun-kissed cracker like Nash with the handles
Careful round the candles
Jack cutting plans like Samson with the man-bun
Tell him where he can’t run
Finger sitting happy on a hand gun
Piña Colada with the red rum
Cloud over head caught him sad, huh?
Tell him what he can’t lose
Cat called Tabby but he stoic as a maine-coon
Tell him what he can’t do
He bout it bout it
Squash beef, you in-and-out
And pushing daisies like a clown chest
Relish while the pain loop
He pause it pause it
It’s ironic cause the sample
Ain’t even fucking out yet
Sounding like you lame dude
Keep talkin' talkin'
All that honesty you swallow
'Bout to flood your fuckin' noggin
You’re okay ‘till phase two
Come knockin' knockin'
But Jehovah keep his distance
So just run another sound check