[Hook:]
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A Key of coke
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A pound of shroomies
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Got that Molly and that Lucy
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Bitch I'm feeling loony
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[Verse 1: Zombie Juice]
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Woke up in the morning, 'bout to get my pimping on
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Log on back page, time to get my bitches off
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My cause up in the kitchen 'bout to get that whipping on
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We pour rose but Ciroc is what we drinking though
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Danked the fuck out, nothing but that sticky though
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You niggas got a problem, catch my nine or my.22
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Red hair, nice tits, call that bitch a jungle pussy
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Louis this, Gucci shit, save that for them sucker rookies
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And my weed's straight from the west
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Bag it by the zip, that's 400 nothing less
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Bag it by the P that's 4000 fucking stacks
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That's racks on top of racks tax free on top of that
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5-0 can suck my sack from the front or from the back
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Hustle mad, word to Tracy Morgan
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Got niggas in your hood pitching for me, fuck informants
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My money make money, You niggas kinda boring
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: Erick Arc Elliot]
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You's a bad broad but you can't meet the family
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Kick you out the crib the cab number's on your panty
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Before I say another word, tell me where you get the nerve
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I got to move these units like a verb
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I can tell you turned out super duper burned out
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Get your brains blown off Patron what you worried bout
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Fiening like a custy, ride it like a huffy
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Got these hoes up on my... from the bottom of my Stussy
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And I never changed much, you just try to rush me
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Now I'm all grown up and regardless baby trust me
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I got warrants, arresting my performance
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Got you bare assed out, hold up, mama porridge
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What you think you smoking on, sort of feel like hope is gone
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If you think you's big now watch it with the focus on
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J-Crew Pocket-Tees, fellas made a mockery
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And the jive shorty when I go there ain't no stopping me
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Zombie
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Meechy Darko]
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It's Meechy Ho, higher than some high beams
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Eyes blood shot red, I don't need no visine
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Walking dead nigga, take a look at my team
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Cash rules nigga, take a look at my cream
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Sour maybe diesel green like spinach
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Me her and her, we call that a menage
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So high sight seeing
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Fuck her once don't strike twice like lightning
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Know ya'll think like "Damn, Meech is quite mean"
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But that's your bitch, nigga, she ain't my queen
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She get wet transform like a gremlin
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Pussy money weed money weed that's my medicine
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Nigga I'm a rookie but I'm better than them veterans
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My bitches go both ways swing like a pendulum
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Reefer lifestyle every day's a honeymoon
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I call her the blood sucker cause she fuck my cousin too
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Pills in every color hue, 'bout to roll another doob
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I'm in that fuck it mood, I didn't write the last two
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Gucci Gucci
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| Flatbush Zombies |
