New Phone, Who Dis?

Not a good time unless I smoke mine

Too many drugs that make you go blind

Too many thugs that work for more crime

And my **** show love, unless we get

Not a good time unless I smoke mine

Too many drugs that make you go blind

Too many thugs that work for more crime

And my **** show love unless we get violent

Wildin', this is for my **** that smoke weed

Live life by the day, count the proceed

Blow it back, blowin' cash in the OZ

Miss the phone, got it on, looking closely

Only independent, we don't need a co-sign

Jah shit, the bud make arms in no time

It's the fourth quarter at the baseline

Kissing your daughter, Mary Jane high

Just the same guys Juice, Darko, and I remarkable times

Ultra dead minds

Zombie-Bape line, no harm, it takes time

Enjoy the palm trees, we on vacation

Rang, rang

Who that calling, the money or the fame?

Shit ain't the same since we crept in the game

So I get high and try to maintain

My celly rang, rang

Who that calling, the money or the fame?

Shit ain't the same since we stepped in the game

So I get high and try to maintain

Gloves on, murder one, homi'

They'll be looking for the prince, like King Jaffe

Smoking Moroccan hashish with my slanted eye, zombie mommy

Hennessy fill my body

These other rappers copy, oops

I forgot to mention, wrote this in another dimension

Zombie gang be what I'm repping

Pussy so good I need seconds to step in

Two Mac 11s with twenty K on the necklace and a Heckler Koch

Bought this for the hecklers that be neck in cock

On a mission, clearest vision

Views from the scope from my Glock

Only high percentage shots

Shoot with one eye like Fetty Wap

With my block, Flatbush Ave, rotten flesh and money knots

Never trust these hoes, I never did, never will

I pop a tab and crack a seal, zombie gang, drugs kill

Never lied, if I did then let me fry, Futurama

And these Jordans on my feet don't come out till next summer

Pretty grungy like Nirvana

Dirt Cobain is what she holla

When I dropped this dick inside her

Only fuck her if she legal, I don't break the laws like Tyga

Unless it's moving LSD, lean and 'shrooms and marijuana

If I ever pay for pussy it was with counterfeit dollars

Ugly **** still getting bitches

I'm like the second Shabba

Hit the trigger till my fingers blister

If I got a problem, paint his top, Dennis Rodman

I'm superficial and conscious

I'm a walking contradiction

I'ma burn in hell probably, but I'ma keep Satan waitin'

I ain't done fornicating with women in every flavor

Eating pussy with chop sticks

You know I love my Asians

You would think, USC, who he play with?

Trojan helmet on, put her in the backspace

And then I hit the escape key in the bank

With the Jason mask, asking where the safe is

Catch me motorcycle, black and gold Letterman

Saint Laurent, leopard print

I stampede any beat

****, I ain't got no preference

I'm setting precedents while chasing Presidents

My mic presence is heaven sent

It's like I got an extra sense, no censorship

I'm in my essence, limitless, no blemishes

My penmanship, a Erving J is just always leads to swish

I roll and pick then blow a zip

You can blow my dick and eat my excrement

Smoke to death, might lose my ears

Walking dead, can't feel my tears

Fake love in disguise

I repute and get from near

I let my soul fly like fruits from our peers

Got some questions, I got some weed, I got some acid

Needlepoint LSD

I got a bad bitch, we could settle fees

And if your eyes open, there is still more to see

They try to tell me I was wrong

I'm still looking

Last night I spent a couple hours up in Central Bookings

Only had a dub, but I was trapping prostitution

Weed, coca leaves, 'Percs, and LSD

Two hundred for the bottle

Add it up, more for me

Thinking back, I'm still here, it's lovely

Ripping shows and blowing cheese

Oh, you love me? Soon we'll see

Palm trees and double Ds

They want that old shit?

Well, fuck, y'mean?

Rang, rang

Who that calling? The money or the fame

Shit ain't the same since we crept in the game

So I get high and try to maintain

My celly rang, rang

(Shine on these ****)

(Glide on these ****)

(Show these **** what the business is, ****)

(Zombie Gang, ****)

(Huh? Zombie Gang, ****)

(Half-dead, ****)

(We living life, ****)

(**** stole the dead the way we living like so crazy man)

(So chill, ****)

(Ay, up top, ****, up top, uh-uh)