CAPA/TRACKLIST
Letra : Zombie Files
Ghetto Boyz sh*t, n***a
You know what the f**k goin' on
I got a pint of Wock', finna start my own Zombie Files
You a plain promethazine drinker, I don't drink crocodile
Two eights just put me on my a**, the drank knocked me out
I'm the one who keep the door open, you can't lock me out
Pint of red, b*t*h, we finna have Zombie Files
Let's go to bed, b*t*h, we finna have Zombie Files
Four lil' n***as with K's, I brought zombies out
Bro, meet me in the A, let's have a Zombie File
I got a pint of Wockhardt Pharmaceuticals
Finna drink a whole ten, n***a, that's how I do it
Four, six, eight, or a twelve, wе ain't pourin' deuces
Slide by in a Hеllcat, fishtail, then throw the deuces
B*t*h really think I love her, she so delusional
Told the b*t*h, "You like a lighter, ho, it's so easy to lose you"
Talkin' to a sealed pint like, "I'm finna abuse you"
You'd f**k around, get killed twice, my shooters unusual
I could drink a whole gallon by myself, I'm unhuman
I gotta drink an eight to go to sleep, 101 do it
I got a sealed pint of Actavis, a one-of-one juice kit
MCD, just drunk three threes, on my Lou sh*t
I got a pint of Wock', finna start my own Zombie Files
You a plain promethazine drinker, I don't drink crocodile
Two eights just put me on my a**, the drank knocked me out
I'm the one who keep the door open, you can't lock me out
Pint of red, b*t*h, we finna have Zombie Files
Let's go to bed, b*t*h, we finna have Zombie Files
Four lil' n***as with K's, I brought zombies out
Bro, meet me in the A, let's have a Zombie File
F**k bein' humble, throwin' money in my pictures (Yeah)
Pull up to the strip club, that's just to pick my b*t*h up (Yeah)
Pull up to the trap and that's just to see what's crackin' (What's good?)
I don't like to talk, how the f**k I ain't a rapper?
F**k a job, started trappin'
Too much money, started packin'
I'll be damned, catch me lackin'
Ain't nobody seen what happened
My b*t*h got a glick, don't get hit with that baby Glock
I know I had 'em mad, tell these n***as they can hate me now
Designer on my a** and I come from wearin' hand-me-downs (SG)
Pull up to the plug, give him bands, and he hand me pounds
Yeah, yeah, that sh*t make diamonds, smoke pressure (Dope)
B*t*h, I'm steezy, I could style in whatever (Yeah)
Stüssy with the Prada, f**k Balenciaga
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Shoo, fly, small fry, you don't bother me (You don't bother me)
Shut the mall down like it's Dollar Tree (Like it's nothin', n***a)
Benihana like it's Wendy's (Cash Only)
I got a pint of Wock', finna start my own Zombie Files
You a plain promethazine drinker, I don't drink crocodile
Two eights just put me on my a**, the drank knocked me out
I'm the one who keep the door open, you can't lock me out
Pint of red, b*t*h, we finna have Zombie Files
Let's go to bed, b*t*h, we finna have Zombie Files
Four lil' n***as with K's, I brought zombies out
Bro, meet me in the A, let's have a Zombie File
You know what the f**k goin' on
I got a pint of Wock', finna start my own Zombie Files
You a plain promethazine drinker, I don't drink crocodile
Two eights just put me on my a**, the drank knocked me out
I'm the one who keep the door open, you can't lock me out
Pint of red, b*t*h, we finna have Zombie Files
Let's go to bed, b*t*h, we finna have Zombie Files
Four lil' n***as with K's, I brought zombies out
Bro, meet me in the A, let's have a Zombie File
I got a pint of Wockhardt Pharmaceuticals
Finna drink a whole ten, n***a, that's how I do it
Four, six, eight, or a twelve, wе ain't pourin' deuces
Slide by in a Hеllcat, fishtail, then throw the deuces
B*t*h really think I love her, she so delusional
Told the b*t*h, "You like a lighter, ho, it's so easy to lose you"
Talkin' to a sealed pint like, "I'm finna abuse you"
You'd f**k around, get killed twice, my shooters unusual
I could drink a whole gallon by myself, I'm unhuman
I gotta drink an eight to go to sleep, 101 do it
I got a sealed pint of Actavis, a one-of-one juice kit
MCD, just drunk three threes, on my Lou sh*t
I got a pint of Wock', finna start my own Zombie Files
You a plain promethazine drinker, I don't drink crocodile
Two eights just put me on my a**, the drank knocked me out
I'm the one who keep the door open, you can't lock me out
Pint of red, b*t*h, we finna have Zombie Files
Let's go to bed, b*t*h, we finna have Zombie Files
Four lil' n***as with K's, I brought zombies out
Bro, meet me in the A, let's have a Zombie File
F**k bein' humble, throwin' money in my pictures (Yeah)
Pull up to the strip club, that's just to pick my b*t*h up (Yeah)
Pull up to the trap and that's just to see what's crackin' (What's good?)
I don't like to talk, how the f**k I ain't a rapper?
F**k a job, started trappin'
Too much money, started packin'
I'll be damned, catch me lackin'
Ain't nobody seen what happened
My b*t*h got a glick, don't get hit with that baby Glock
I know I had 'em mad, tell these n***as they can hate me now
Designer on my a** and I come from wearin' hand-me-downs (SG)
Pull up to the plug, give him bands, and he hand me pounds
Yeah, yeah, that sh*t make diamonds, smoke pressure (Dope)
B*t*h, I'm steezy, I could style in whatever (Yeah)
Stüssy with the Prada, f**k Balenciaga
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Shoo, fly, small fry, you don't bother me (You don't bother me)
Shut the mall down like it's Dollar Tree (Like it's nothin', n***a)
Benihana like it's Wendy's (Cash Only)
I got a pint of Wock', finna start my own Zombie Files
You a plain promethazine drinker, I don't drink crocodile
Two eights just put me on my a**, the drank knocked me out
I'm the one who keep the door open, you can't lock me out
Pint of red, b*t*h, we finna have Zombie Files
Let's go to bed, b*t*h, we finna have Zombie Files
Four lil' n***as with K's, I brought zombies out
Bro, meet me in the A, let's have a Zombie File
