Zombie Walking
Zombie walking like I'm Frankenstein when I get on the scene
Day dreaming in the booth I must of fell asleep off green
Ima pour a whole pint before I ever go pop a bean
Staking so much Benjamin's these bitches bussin out the jeans
Cause I'm a real nigga Never tripping bout no trick
She say she want a mcm I took a flight upon that bitch
I'm in California sippin wok and pouring out the tris
So much red up in the spot you'd think it's coming off her lips
If a bitch talk back I make her go to work
My momma say I'm evil cause My ass ain't never go to church
Ion feel no pain when them killers finna be the percs
Run down on a opp put that lil boy up on a shirt
I just took three 30s but I ain't going out like kurt
Baby where the feens cause the feens feenin for work
Baby grab my red key takeoff yeah we finna skirt
Baby please don't test me bitch or you getting hurt
You acting stupid move out the way when I'm backing in
Was never Cupid but this chrome heart help me bag a bitch
Ain't gotta clutch but this automatic be dragging shit
He said he caught me up in traffic I was passing him
This shit ain't easy really got it from the grown up
She said you looking mean all the time like pick ya frown up
If it ain't money i got nothing to smile for
She tryna be main but I was never getting tied up
She tryna beat up all the bitches I got lined up
I had to take another perc I wasn't high enough
I had to go Nd switch the fit I wasn't fly enough
This bitch acting ungrateful talking bout how I ain't buy her nothing
Day dreaming in the booth I must of fell asleep off green
Ima pour a whole pint before I ever go pop a bean
Staking so much Benjamin's these bitches bussin out the jeans
Cause I'm a real nigga Never tripping bout no trick
She say she want a mcm I took a flight upon that bitch
I'm in California sippin wok and pouring out the tris
So much red up in the spot you'd think it's coming off her lips
If a bitch talk back I make her go to work
My momma say I'm evil cause My ass ain't never go to church
Ion feel no pain when them killers finna be the percs
Run down on a opp put that lil boy up on a shirt
I just took three 30s but I ain't going out like kurt
Baby where the feens cause the feens feenin for work
Baby grab my red key takeoff yeah we finna skirt
Baby please don't test me bitch or you getting hurt
You acting stupid move out the way when I'm backing in
Was never Cupid but this chrome heart help me bag a bitch
Ain't gotta clutch but this automatic be dragging shit
He said he caught me up in traffic I was passing him
This shit ain't easy really got it from the grown up
She said you looking mean all the time like pick ya frown up
If it ain't money i got nothing to smile for
She tryna be main but I was never getting tied up
She tryna beat up all the bitches I got lined up
I had to take another perc I wasn't high enough
I had to go Nd switch the fit I wasn't fly enough
This bitch acting ungrateful talking bout how I ain't buy her nothing
Credits
Writer(s): Myles Gonzlez
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