Zombie Juice - YBA lyrics

[Verse 1: Meechy Darko] Whatever happened to mobbin' instead of fist fighting n***as is busy bloggin, this sh** is a problem Flatbush zombie dead walking, caution Every word I spit, every verb I flip awesome I raise the margin and Pimp C would probably be proud of me Cuz I been banging dames since Wayne was saying "wobbldy wobbldy" The game is full of squares and I don't fit in I'm isosceles Tell her take her clothes off, drop her hair and roll that chronic leaf Ha! If she don't let me poke it baby it's buenas noches I be leaning in the grave yard smoking something potent n***a let's be civil, I give her dick and she shiver You give her dick and she giggle, my ego getting bigger If Source was around I get 5 mics, s** party hand me 5 dykes They f** me though, roll it fast and I puff it slow Yeah my flow bounce off that ba** and percussion though Bout to roll another o, pa** it to my brother though Ya'll n***as in trouble yo [Hook] We the young black and arrogant Weed we be carryin' They greet us like kings Cause we arrive in these chariots b**hes wanna marry us n***as wanna bury us But when it all falls Who'll be the one to carry us? Gettin' closer to the end by each step They say all the real n***as dead and gone but we left Dawg, I thought I told you that we go hard Flatbush zombies mo'f**a ya we go hard [Verse 2: Zombie Juice] Young black and arrogant Addicted to the fire sh** OG presidential the sour taste is immaculate n***as on that Ave., talkin' that, they ain't bout it sh** I be bustin' bars trust me n***a this my heart We can take it to the park, better spark Bang bang two shots have a change of heart I'm aloof with the goof, f** the boys in blue Never trust a n***a never trust you too Rolled about a hundred doobs, catch me smokin' somethin' blue Blue dream, feed me LSD please Heard them n***as talkin' down low, word of mouth I could put you on sonny, the drug game ain't all sunny The rap game is real funny and I ain't playin' with you monkeys Now how can I survive got me askin' white Jesus Will a n***a live or die the Lord can't see us Quit your little job I ain't never f**in' work All I know is this trip, pimp a ho on this dough Ounce of weed, morphine, blue's them oxy's [Hook] [Verse 3: Erick Arc Elliott] I'm like hello, we got Carmelo You can't compare ho Seeing me with my kinfolk When I rock black hoodies and timbos You started with zero, look at that man in the mirror My vanity is insanity ragin' bull like DeNiro Ridin' with that becky, open that third eye if you'll let me Open your legs up like a Nestle Crunch and munch, what's for lunch? Hold this blunt for the one's that I run from Got a lot of n***as runnin' from the gun gun But I won't say names Got a lot of fame to attain right before I'm done done Cups full of rose mo' Won't sip slow, low-key flow Codeine 'do architect from the tech of the green flesh Better bring decks if you smoke smoke somethin' so Tell me when to go, gotta move now Think so high, gotta cool down Doin' big things kinda rude now If you talk with the chest gotta put the food down b**h you know, ain't got a lot of change but the wrist will glow Don't say her name but I hit the ho Listen bro, never heard a n***a like this before Never heard a n***a like this before Smoke another doob then I hit the road OE drank and that sh** is cold So I'm '88 in my '64 [Hook]