Flatbush Zombies - YBA Lyrics Lyrics
[Verse 1: Meechy Darko]Whatever happened to mobbin' instead of fist fightingNiggas is busy bloggin, this shit is a problemFlatbush zombie dead walking, cautionEvery word I spit, every verb I flip awesomeI raise the margin and Pimp C would probably be proud of meCause I been banging dames since Wayne was saying "wobbldy wobbldy"The game is full of squares and I don't fit in I'm isoscolesTell her take her clothes off, drop her hair and roll that chronic leafHa! If she don't let me poke it baby it's buenos nochesI be leaning in the grave yard smoking something potentNigga let's be simple I give her dick and she shiverYou give her dick and she giggle, my ego getting biggerIf Source was around I get 5 mics, sex party hand me 5 dykesThey ***** me though, roll it fast and I puff it slowYeah my flow bounce off that bass and percussion thoughBout to roll another o, pass it to my brother thoughYa'll niggas in trouble yo[Hook:]We the young black and arrogantWeed we be carryin'They greet us like kingsCause we arrive in these chariots*****es wanna marry usNiggas wanna bury usBut when it all fallsWho'll be the one to carry us?Gettin' closer to the MIE [?]They say all the real niggas dead and gone but we leftDawg, I thought I told you that we go hardFlatbush zombies mo'*****a ya we go hard[Verse 2: Zombie Juice]Young black and arrogantAddicted the finer shitOG presidential the sour taste is immaculateNiggas on that ass, talkin' that, they ain't bout this shitI be bustin' bars trust me nigga this my heartWe can take it to the park, let's parkBang bang two shots have a change of heartI'm aloof with the goof, ***** the boys in blueNever trust a nigga never trust you tooRolled about a hundred doobs, catch me smokin' somethin' blueBlue dream, feed me LSD pleaseThem niggas talkin' down, word of mouthI could put you on sonny, the drug game ain't all sunnyThe rap game is real funny and I ain't playin' with you monkeysNow how can I survive got me askin' white JesusWill a nigga live or die the Lord can't see usQuit your *****in' job I ain't never *****in' workAll I know is this trip, pimp a ho on this doughOunce of weed, morphine, blue's them oxy's[Hook][Verse 3: Erick Arc Elliott]I'm like hello, we got CarmelloYou can't compare hoSee me with my kinfolkWhen I rock black hoodies and timbosYou started with zero, look at that man in the mirrorMy vanity is insanity ragin'bull like DeNiroRidin' with that becky, open that third eye if you'll let meOpen your legs up like a nestle, crunch and munchWhat's for lunch?Hold this blunt for the one's that I run fromGot a lot of niggas runnin' from the dungeonBut I won't say nayGot a lot of fame to attain before I'm done doneCups full of rose, mo'Won't sip slow, low-key flowCodine 'do architect from the tech of the green deckBetter bring [?] if you smoke smoke somethin' soTell me when to go, gotta move nowFeel so high, gotta cool downDoin' big things kinda rude nowIf you talk with the chest gotta put the food down***** you know, ain't got a lot of change but the wrist will glowDon't say her name but I hit the hoListen bro, never heard a nigga like this beforeNever heard a nigga like this beforeSmoke another doob then I hit the roadOE drank and that shit is coldSo I'm 88 in my 64[Hook]
