HELL-O

Lyrics

[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