[Chorus: Kris Kasanova]
I'm a pyro
Fuck you niggas, die slow
And my eyes low
Fuck that, roll that hydro, ho
This your mama crib? She got Geico?
Treat this shit like Pepsi, [?]
And burn this fucker down
[Verse 1: Kris Kasanova]
You know my motto:
Live today like, "Fuck tomorrow"
Fuck with models 'cause they swallow
I don't keep 'em, I just borrow
If you with it, then I'm with it
If you not, I'll get you slitted, then I'll hit it anyways
Thank God for weed and Alazay
You know a party ain't a party 'less we ill and liquor spillin'
Pretty women, they revealin'
High as fuck, but we still chillin'
See my niggas, they be villains
Somethin' straight out of a billion
Fuck your movie script, bitch
On the scene, we be ill, and
See, your homegirl is a groupie
Rollin doobies in the hoopty
Poppin' roofies 'til she woozy
Shе gon' do her, she gon' do me, it's a moviе
You fuckin' up rotation, wait your turn, ho
Roof is on fire, let that motherfucker burn, ho
[Chorus: Kris Kasanova]
I'm a pyro
Fuck you niggas, die slow
And my eyes low
Fuck that, roll that hydro, ho
This your mama crib? She got Geico?
Treat this shit like Pepsi, [?]
And burn this fucker down
Down, down, down, down
Light it up and burn it to the
Ground, ground, ground (Burn it to the)
Ground, ground, ground, ground (Burn it to the)
[Verse 2: Zombie Juice]
Where's the pyro? (Huh?) Bitch, light those
Ate too many shrooms, need lypo
In the booze with the goons [?], and we got that heater
So trippy like the '60s (Yes), Juicy and a couple bitties (Uh)
Set this bitch on fire, all my niggas comin' with me
Down some Hen', drink some gin (Yes)
Get this in (Down that) with a friend (Woo)
Pull her in (Uh) the bathroom, then
Stroke her out (Bang), let her taste your jizz
I'm really in my zone (Really, though)
On fire, set in stone (Really, though)
The shit I kick is cold (Yes)
Rap for dead, Brooklyn's own (Uh)
Z-O-M-bie (Zombie), pimp game vicious (Goddamn right)
Golds in my mouth, where the goddamn Swishers? (Where they at?)
Every day's a high day, Friday, smokin' 'til we Zombies
Stoned like I'm concrete (I'm high as fuck)
Gettin' brain like it's a hobby
She gettin' me the jaw (I love her brain, though), calls me pa
Brings me money all the time, never whines
Sour high, all the time
Zombie Gang off the chain
Off top, Brooklyn, man
Flatbush in this bitch
[Chorus: Kris Kasanova]
I'm a pyro
Fuck you niggas, die slow
And my eyes low
Fuck that, roll that hydro, ho
This your mama crib? She got Geico?
Treat this shit like Pepsi, [?]
And burn this fucker down
Down, down, down, down
Light it up and burn it to the
Ground, ground, ground (Burn it to the)
Ground, ground, ground, ground (Burn it to the)
[Verse 3: Meechy Darko]
Darko, AKA Six-Feet-Spectacular (Alright)
Marvelous vernacular, my grammar is grandiose
Braggadocious (Bitch), flexin' in the mirror as I bang her chocha
I'm a mix between Solomon and the old Puff (Mix it up)
Dancin' in my gold fronts (Take that)
Charm? So nuts (Take that)
No gyne', still her soul blush (Take that)
I love a pretty bitch that talk shit when she roll up (Roll it)
But enough about she, let's talk about I, me
And how I trampled the beat like I got a million feet
Walking dead, we deceased
Crazy hair, gold teeth
Blood stains on my Jordan 3's (Zombie)
Blue Dream, Sour Dies'
Now I lean like codeine, my G (Zombie)
This weed make me feel like I'm nine feet
Really, I am six feet deep, bitch (Deep), deep, bitch
Zombie Gang, Zombie Gang (Zombie Gang)
Bitch, we on that street shit
