Rap Zombie

Lyrics

[Intro] Actually, they want another one, another one Hey, yo, you better flee, Hops Seventy-two hours, shit [Verse 1] Everything I own in a box to the left I don't mean no Beyoncé jams But I roll me a J and pop me a Z to the death I ain't talkin' Beyoncé's man That bitch said, "Put a ring on it", she sings on it Kinda like Beyoncé fams, but I ain't drop no singles lately 'Cause I'm too deep, messin' with the single ladies I got dreams of a jet black Chrysler Inside colours of a redback spider Start off 2018 with a five-stack Get it heavy, get it ten racks higher I feel like the shit Ronaldo, brother, I'm real like Madrid Get Messi like Lionel, spin on your vinyl Wax, I cut facts, I'm DJ Khaled, I'm the best Steve Waugh in the slips, still Shane Warne with a bitch Still raw with the spit, still spin words on a pitch Still hit verses for six, try catch this Bust raps with a recipe like Crusty Crab The stars under the rock like Patrick And the bar straight over your head So I spit this Olympic flow, it's gymnastic Your bars like the lips and tits of Kim, Kylie and Kris Legit, they all plastic Said he raps good, but he raps shit Brother looking like an MC Catfish Can't be stopped, can't be dropped Roy Jones, I'm the carbon copy Hard to stop, the juggernaut packs a punch The kill streaks, run around like a Nazi zombie Do you feel me, man? You don't know 'bout the shit that I go through Drop bars like a spirit bomb It's a numbers game like Sudoku But I still got the dragon balls Rap be raw, like a sushi train, this ain't tofu Nah, I don't get mad at all Bag the ball at my side chick's house that I go to Sesh for an hour Sesh at her place, then sex in the shower She's off her face from sessions of powder Still got a face like Jessica Alba [Refrain] Life's good when you fuck good I bet only my reals one know that Bad bitch with a King Kong joint rolled I bet only my real ones smoke that Life's good when you fuck good I bet only my reals one know that Bad bitch with a King Kong joint rolled I bet only my real ones smoke that, argh [Vesse 2] Still get money bust flows, still get money fuck hoes Still stay wide and around, with the zip in the back seat Still get money, puff smoke Switch flows, ayy Best with the poems Rocky Balboa, Sylvester Stallone All I really need's one take one breath I hit it with one spray, we fresh as cologne All of my homies act like they don't know me They're phoney, so I'm never checking my phone All of my homies act like they don't know me They're phoney, it's better they left me alone I'm blowing up like landmine Damn, girl, givin' me the dutch right now ECB to the 420 Body Bag Media, where the cones right now? Ha, where the cones right now? [Outro] Ha, fuck that, one take, one breath I'm your favourite rapper, hands down