Top Songs By Flatbush Zombies
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
All the homies say I'm brain dead
Amen, smoke weed, talk shit
All these rappers be on pain meds
So why should I give a fuck how to fit?
Heard you don't even gang bang
But you twistin' up the fingers in the flicks
Know you gotta have the good aim
When you shooting from the whip
[Verse 2]
New World Order, baby baby
Please work smarter instead of harder
That New World Order, the world is mine, so
Why the fuck would I give you a portion?
New World Order, no calm shit
Revolving, bust guns that start riots
Booty so round and soft I left a palm print
I'm Schwarzenegger, black leather, shotty under arm-pit
[Verse 3]
New World Order (New World Order)
Everything kosher 'til a **** call the squad up
New World Order (New World Order)
Let me see you snitchin', best pretend that you saw nothin'
New World Order (New World Order)
Everything kosher 'til a **** call the squad up
New World Order (New World Order)
Rebel with no cause, homie welcome to the slaughter
[Verse 4]
Ain't no rivalry, ain't no hide and seek
Bang bang, rather you than me
Another rapper, just a bunch of chatter
Come ride my wave 'til the boat sink
My lifestyle get unusual
We turnt up, you know the usual
It's in my blood, it's in my heart
You **** out here dressin' like some thots
I'm really out here, eatin' with some rastas
Your baby girl slurp me like some pasta
Hotel lookin' like a trap house
The tour bus lookin' like a frat house
I like the way she walkin' with her ass out
She couldn't get me on the phone, so she mad now
Call up AK ****, bring the bands out
It's a New World Order, we the gang now
[Verse 5]
New World Order (New World Order)
Everything kosher 'til a **** call the squad up
New World Order (New World Order)
Let me see you snitchin', best pretend that you saw nothin'
New World Order (New World Order)
Everything kosher 'til a **** call the squad up
New World Order (New World Order)
Rebel with no cause, homie welcome to the slaughter
[Verse 6]
You know we make history
Burn you like hickory
**** ain't shit to me
I bench you, offend you
It's mental, I bend you
Shit is so raw you can't read it on your Kindle
Strictly on the mental
Slice face, Ginsu
On some Heath Ledger shit
Smash face, pencil
Copying my stencil
Soaking up the swag that I exude
So excuse, this my next move
All the best do they own stunts
I'm goin' harder on these cold fronts
Roll blunts, kickin' back where the crows hunt
Most stunt, see you vapor when I smoke one
Head up in the clouds, never see my nose run
Don't front, not a **** you could post on
Somethin' for that ass and a glass you could toast on
Boy, he got the scope on, and he raisin' both arms
Can't keep it concealed, know we gotta show gun
[Verse 7]
New World Order (New World Order)
Everything kosher 'til a **** call the squad up
New World Order (New World Order)
When we see you snitchin', best pretend that you saw nothin'
New World Order (New World Order)
Everything kosher 'til a **** call the squad up
New World Order (New World Order)
Rebel with no cause, homie welcome to the slaughter
[Verse 8]
(New World Order)
(New World Order)
(New World Order)
(New World Order)
Written by: David Bridgewood, Jeff Janiak, Terry Roberts, Tony Roberts