Zombie

Give me the Addy, send me the route (Route, route)

Dig in the baggie, I'm giving 'em two (Two, two)

Taking a tab, we off to the moon (Moon, moon)

Pockets are baggy, my money is new

Coming for your pockets, better empty 'em out

Talking all that nonsense, gon' get hit in your mouth

Stacking up my profits, Louis V on the pouch

Knocking down your girl if I pull up to her house

Got me a baddie, I fuck in the booth

Shout out to Vallie, been Himma the truth

Never gon' catch me, the red and the blue

Never gon' pass me, got twelve in the coupe

Eat your motherfucking heart out and I mean it (Killa)

Love the feeling that you get when I'm between it

Never seen a girl get freakier than we get (Vanilla)

Laid up on my money, mirrors on the ceiling

I turn her on, she the one

Say she want to have her some fun

I know that she be falling in love

But baby girl, I just want to fuck

Give me the Addy, send me the route (Route, route)

Dig in the baggie, I'm giving 'em two (Two, two)

Taking a tab, we off to the moon (Moon, moon)

Pockets are baggy, my money is new

Coming for your pockets, better empty 'em out

Talking all that nonsense, gon' get hit in your mouth

Stacking up my profits, Louis V on the pouch

Knocking down your girl if I pull up to her house

Pop me a couple of Percs, I'm walking around like a zombie

Dropping a four in a lid, I'm sipping and no one can stop me

I transform, I don't know who that I am when I'm not me

But all of my dogs, I know they got me

She call on the weekend, she want to slime on a pop

I get it freezing from all of the diamonds I rock

I don't need no reason if there be time on the clock

We leave 'em leaking, if we ever slide on an opp

I turn her on, she the one

Say she want to have her some fun

I know that she be falling in love

But baby girl, I just want to fuck

Give me the Addy, send me the route (Route, route)

Dig in the baggie, I'm giving 'em two (Two, two)

Taking a tab, we off to the moon (Moon, moon)

Pockets are baggy, my money is new

Coming for your pockets, better empty 'em out

Talking all that nonsense, gon' get hit in your mouth

Stacking up my profits, Louis V on the pouch

Knocking down your girl if I pull up to her house