
Zombies Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Bro got mad cause I finessed him from his bitch
Everyday we chase a bag, whole team gon' be rich
I can show you how to make a play, we gon' move a brick
I can make that bitch wet and I ain't touch the clit
On my big body shit, I make mad figures
If you ridin' with me, I need gas, nigga
I be with some killers that crash
You talkin' that shit and we been on his ass
How this your bitch and we linking' tomorrow
She tryna learn all about Evil harlow
Ain't tryna keep it, I still just might borrow
She give me top and you payin' the car note
I ain't trickin' on bitches that ain't it
We not linkin' with hoes, need a main bitch
When I pull off the lot, hit a lane switch
Niggas mad cause they workin' the night shift
Give her hope, got her down on the knees
Coppin' pieces, them boys coppin' pleads
What's the gear in this bitch, change the speed
Put my hand in the pot, I get gready
Had to switch up my ho, she too needy
Ain't no need to get close, bitch, I'm 3D
When I link with the bros, it's a movie
Niggas actin' like hoes, groupies
I'ma need a lil' more than a two-piece
I could teach these young niggas finesse
You play games and I play with her breast
Everything that I say with my chest
I could teach finesse
Standin' on my money
Bitch, bring me my check
I can't let him take nothin' from me
If they fake, sleep until they dead
We gon' treat em' all like zombies
Now we aiming at your head
One shot and it's all me
I got a problem with niggas
Acting tough but deep down, they ain't ever do nothin
You ain't runnin' shit, my nigga
You go to the store for the gang and the crew, huh
Shawty be swearin' that she not a whore
But she still let me hit, cause I'm handsome
Bitch wanna link on the first time I text
And a nigga like you still on facetime
Yeah, money talk, everything band discussion
Bitches act fan out, they be slutin
Bitches act fan out, they be fuckin
Ask yourself, girl, what's important
Don't go out sad, bro got mad
Finesse em' for his bitch
Don't Go out sad, bro got mad
Finesse em' for his bitch
Finesse, finesse