Zombie Files
Nuez & Rio Da Yung Og & GlockyCashOnly
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Lemme know when it drop Nuez Alright, yeah Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga You know what the f*ck 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 ass, the drank knocked me out I'm the one who keep the door open, you can't lock me out Pint of red, bitch, we finna have Zombie Files Let's go to bed, bitch, we finna have Zombie Files Four lil' niggas 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, nigga, 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 Bitch really think I love her, she so delusional Told the bitch, "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*ck 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 loose shit 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 ass, the drank knocked me out I'm the one who keep the door open, you can't lock me out Pint of red, bitch, we finna have Zombie Files Let's go to bed, bitch, we finna have Zombie Files Four lil' niggas with K's, I brought zombies out Bro, meet me in the A, let's have a Zombie File F*ck bein' humble, throwin' money in my pictures (Yeah) Pull up to the strip club, that's just to pick my bitch 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*ck I ain't a rapper (Real shit) F*ck a job, started trappin' Too much money, started packin' I'll be damned, catch me lackin' Ain't nobody seen what happened My bitch got a glick, don't get hit with that baby Glock I know I had 'em mad, tell these niggas they can hate me now Designer on my ass and I come from wearin' hand-me-downs (SG) Pull up to the plug, give him bands, and he hand me pounds (Real shit) Yeah, yeah, that shit make diamonds, smoke pressure (Dope) Bitch, I'm steezy, I could style in whatever (Yeah) Stüssy with the Prada, Felt, 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', nigga) 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 ass, the drank knocked me out I'm the one who keep the door open, you can't lock me out Pint of red, bitch, we finna have Zombie Files Let's go to bed, bitch, we finna have Zombie Files Four lil' niggas with K's, I brought zombies out Bro, meet me in the A, let's have a Zombie File
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Written by: Damario Horne-Mccullough, Emanuel Alvarez
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