HELL-O

[Verse 1: Zombie Juice]

Got a bad bitch, and she blowin' sticky

This gelato, and I'm blowin' fifty

If you pull it on me, then you better kill me

Kamikaze, takin' niggas with me

[Verse 2: Erick the Architect]

Know I'm scummy, know I'm skinny

Them big pockets counting plenty

Ain't no money you could lend me

Bonnie, Clyde, Bobby, Whitney

[Verse 3: Zombie Juice]

From the first of first, you know I hold it down

Log it in, spread the word around

Wedding cake, terps like crystals now

I'm moving on, they say I'm different now

[Verse 4: Erick the Architect]

Call investigation, this a perp

Deem it certain, screaming red alert

Most you suckers gotta make it work

Just remember where you heard it first

[Verse 5: Zombie Juice]

Problematic shit get automatic

Fucking cowards, they don't want no static

I'm from the towers, Flatbush full of power

Came up sellin' sour, makin' thousands

Came up sellin' sour, makin' thousands

Came up sellin' sour, makin' thousands

[Verse 6: Meechy Darko]

Uh, Fleezus Christ, don't say my name in vain

Fire, brimstone, acid rain

Watch me turn the crowd into a Spartan scene

Mosh pit, then I'm Moses, part the sea

Acid, acid, acid, Acid God

I think I'm back up on them drugs again

Acid, acid, acid, Acid God

I think I'm back up on them drugs again

[Verse 7: Erick the Architect]

Yeah I see the 12

I don't want to see the cell

You won't see me in some nooses

Young and reckless, with the movements

Fix yourself up nigga, what you doing?

Patrick Ewing

Keep these haters blocked, you hear the shots

I'm not just saying Pac catered to relatable and the shaded ones

[Verse 8: Meechy Darko, Meechy Darko & Zombie Juice]

Man fuck that *mumble*, that mumble rap

This that skully low, rumble rap

"I'd do fifty years if the police find what's inside my duffle" rap

Mama shoulda named me Trouble Man

Got shrooms, I ain't talkin' truffles, and

Got sheets, I ain't talkin' slumbers, and

Rat-tat-tat, slide up in your trap, like Kramer

Or in through your window like Bruh Man

Now the pigs in my head like I'm Harley Quinn

Zombie Gang, check my accomplishments

It's Meechy Dark, still not the father, bitch

[Verse 9: Zombie Juice]

Keeping hundreds in the shoe box

Straight cash pop a few thots

Father niggas, Big Pop'

Chauncey Billups, I’m the big shot

Red alert, get your shit popped

Avianne for the big rocks

Flatbush Zombies got this shit locked

Mad Max in the gridlock