Zombie (feat. Leeke Luciano)

I can sell you a bowl, but you can't take my perc I pop them and I go to Zombie land No rap, bodies and bowls Yo, woah, woah Get off the meds, get to movin' like zombie, that lil' nigga broke, he ain't havin' no money Chasin' the cake every Monday to Sunday, started off small, now we finna be the largest Small town boy, dreams of trappin' and robbin, started poppin' my shit, now my hoes sayin' I'm cocky Dread headed killers, I call them my rosters, cap for the gram put this drac' on your momma I'm like a ghost on the scene when I wanna be, J3 my babythreat, he just a younger me I f*ck with the seven, nigga, shout out the block, if I don't feel like shooting I just pass Kirk the rock I be the one everybody be hatin' on, they want more music, I won't have them waitin' long Moving packs through this bitch, only thing I been focused on, moving packs through this bitch only thing I been focused on Keep it a buck, he just cap rapper, you ain't doin' no spinning, Lil' bitch, you a store runner Got them pretty ass guns, but you nigga won't blow nothin, he talkin' tough, man, gone up the score on him Dissing on three, tell that bitch that get taco, dirty work shit I'll show you what this chop do Bullet hit dude, damn near knocked off his tattoo, you a friend of them niggas, hoes, get put in packs too He swervin' from bullets like he tryin' to dodge potholes, I'm in my bag, give a f*ck bout a thot hoe Catch a opp, one-on-one score on him, that's a iso, better stay out my way or duck your fuckin' taco Really steppin' on shit, I done made me a name, we the reason why niggas rockin' cycle chains Stop dick eating, nigga, you is not with the gang, nigga green like a pickle, his ass really lame 300 hundred black, with the droppin' pin, you know what I'm on, my ass finna spin You ain't hopped in the car, then you ain't my twin, how you claim you a demon, and you ain't did a sin Fully get the clap when I up this glock, I'll let off six shots when I push this pen I don't care who you with, I ain't sparin' no shit, I'll shoot this bitch at you or your friend Two hunnid on the dash, watch me cut up in traffic, if you up a gun, better shoot with some passion Put that laser on his ass, but nigga, we ain't taggin, he ain't know what to do, his ass started lagging Said I took a lil' time, man, it been a lil' minute, but now that I'm back, finna f*ck up the game Niggas shoot up these house, cause they really pussy, they ain't tryna catch hat, man, these niggas too lame Why the f*ck would I worry about niggas who claim they do murders, when me and my guys do the same He wasn't usin' his head, so his dumb ass got shot in it, that's what he get for not usin' his brain Blllrrrdd, on god, nigga ain't using his brain Better get your lil' five dollar ass in the house, cause when I catch you I'm about to make change