Flatbush Zombies - Big Shrimp lyrics

[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] Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, woah, woah Oh Yeah, yeah Um, yeah Woah Oh yeah Oh, woah, woah