Backed by a bass-driven and vibey instrumental, Rashad catches a tight pocket as he slides from hook to verse. “I tell a bitch eat it like Doja Cat,” he raps, never breaking a stride. “You see the wrist, whip it like Bouldercrest / I got a crib bigger than Budapest / and the shots ain’t bringing my soldiers back.” Between this one and “Lay Wit Ya,” Zay’s upcoming project is looking to have a distinctive and cohesive sound — expect great things from The House Is Burning. 

QUOTABLE LYRICS

I tell a bitch eat it like Doja Cat
You see the wrist, whip it like Bouldercrest
I got a crib bigger than Budapest
And the shots ain’t bringing my soldiers back