HELL-O
Flatbush Zombies
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Got a bad bitch and she blowing sticky This gelato and I'm blowing 50 If you pull it on me, then you better kill me Kamikaze, taking niggas with me Know I'm scummy, know I'm skinny Them big pockets counting plenty Ain't no money you could lend me Bonnie, Clyde, Bobby, Whitney From the first of first, you know I hold it down Log it in, spread the word around Wedding cake, terps like crystals now I'm moving on, they say I'm different now Call investigation, this a perp Deem it certain, screaming red alert Most you suckers gotta make it work Just remember where you heard it first Problematic shit get automatic Fucking cowards, they don't want no static I'm from the towers, Flatbush full of power Came up selling sour, making thousands Came up selling sour, making thousands Came up selling sour, making thousands Fleezus Christ, don't say my name in vain Fire, brimstone, acid rain Watch me turn the crowd into a Spartan scene Mosh pit, then I'm Moses, part the sea Acid, acid, acid, acid, yah I think I'm back up on them drugs again Acid, acid, acid, acid, yah I think I'm back up on them drugs again Yeah I see the 12 I don't want to see the cell You won't see me in some nooses Young and reckless, what the moon is Fix yourself up nigga, what you doing? Patrick Ewing Keep these haters blocked, you hear the shots I'm not just saying Pac catered to relatable and the shaded ones Man f*ck that, that mumble rap It's that skully low rumble rap I'll do 50 years If the police find what's inside my duffle bag Moma shoulda named me Trouble Man Got shrooms, I ain't talking truffles and Got sheets, I ain't talking slumbers and Rat-tat-tat, slide up in your trap Like Kramer, in through your window like Bruh Man Now the pigs in my head like I'm Harley Quinn Zombie Gang, check my accomplishments It's Meechy Dark, still not the father bitch Keeping hundreds in the shoe box Straight cash pop a few thots Father niggas, Big Pop' Chauncey Billups, I'm the big shot Red alert, get your shit popped Avianne for the big rocks Flatbush Zombies got this shit locked Mad Max in the gridlock
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Written by: Dimitri Simms, Antonio Lewis, Erick Elliott
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