[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