[Intro: Meechy Darko]
Pistol on my side and I'm walkin' with a limp, limp
Lot red wine and some big shrimp
Uh, with a limp, limp
Yeah, uh, yeah
[Verse 1: Meechy Darko]
Pistol on my side and I'm walkin' with a limp, limp
I just had a lot red wine and some big shrimp
Let me use my credit card on your baby [?]
Used to sip, sip 'til my homie died of that sh**
I'm really lit, lit, so I Cuban link my Cuban b**h
Blue note b**h, sh**, no b**hes on my wrist
Crazy talkin' dirty, p**y pu-pu-purrin' when I hit, hit
I kept on my j**elry 'cause I still don't trust this b**h, b**h
So my soul for 40, man, for cheaper, that's a fifth, fifth
Oh, you ain't glist, Hennessy, watch me mix (drink up b**h)
Roll Gelato and pronto then dickmatize a b**h, b**h
Her legs don't work no more, had to crawl up out the crib, crib
Acid in the fridge, sh**, baby, I may be wildin'
My diamonds hit like Chris, stay fly-y-y-y
That triple 6, 6, 6, figures, big chips
My [?] is like [?], I keep talkin' doll, you the sh**, sh**
[Chorus: Zombie Juice ]
All this gas I'm goin'
All the [?] blowin'
All these b**hes showin'
All these n***as bluffin'
This sh** here fire
This sh**e arrive
I need that b**h with thighs
Her p**y sweet as pie
You gone off my parkin' lot
I'm back to back like Kyrie
Your girl, she like to party
This zip, this ain't no molly
No, this zip, this ain't no molly
No, the, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2: Erick Arc Elliot]
Said I do it better than Margielas, cost a grip, grip
Pants is Valentino, [?] with my miss tricks
I'm the type of n***a smoke a spliff inside a moshpit
Purple drinkin' lean, ain't the same, they say that sh** is toxic
Kirkie made the beat, now you see, that's a plot twist
Hoppin' plane to plane, forgot to set my watch to tick, tick
I don't have them diamonds but I'm shinin' in this b**h, b**h
When you run your list, that's how you get, get your sh**, sh**
I don't take the risk, I count my money on my roof and sh**
Sweet and sours, scream and holler, make you lose your tooth and sh**
I know it's been a long time comin', we got hits, hits
Addiction by subtraction, 'bout that action, not the risk, risk, b**h
[Verse 3: Zombie Juice]
Call me [?], we 'bout kicks, kicks
This, [?] your lies, smelt like the best b**h
Really, I had up my time, thank God that main b**h my prime
Open your mind, on the date, one thing at a time
Run it up, double up, flippin' what? Don't stop now
Count it up, slap a what? Get to bust, don't stop now
This we smoke, no coffin, got a [?] with Steve Austin
I move the base like a [?], it's a Zombie thing, we some bosses
[Chorus: Zombie Juice]
All this gas I'm goin'
All the [?] blowin'
All these b**hes showin'
All these n***as bluffin'
This sh** here fire
This sh**e arrive
I need that b**h with thighs
Her p**y sweet as pie
You gone off my parkin' lot
I'm back to back like Kyrie
Your girl, she like to party
This zip, this ain't no molly
No, this zip, this ain't no molly
No, the, yeah, yeah
[Outro]
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