Vic Mensa - Half lyrics

[Intro: Quentin Miller] Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Born and raised 1-3-1-7 Born and raised 1-3-1-7 Yeah, yeah, yeah [Hook: Quentin Miller] Half a zombie, I got white b**hes like Abercrombie Popped the vyvanse and it hit me like a titan, yeah I flew Delta and I flexed it like it's private, yeah How much you spent to take her out? I spend a grip on my b**h Cause I got it, I got it Yeah, yeah, yeah I got it, yeah, yeah, yeah, I got it Don't trip, I got it, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Quentin MIller] Addy's takin' hold now, I'm on a roll now Oh you n***as know us now? I'm touchin' road now I linked up with Needlz, he ten minutes from the house Just like your TV, we in the house, in the house, yeah n***as pocket-watchin', n***as pocket-watchin' Wait, b**hes pocket-watchin', that is not a problem n***as thought that they could stop 'em, but they not gon' stop me With your girl, I change the topic to that sloppy-toppy Got a new thing out in Vegas I got hoes in different area codes like Nate did Flex up on my haters by mistake and Coast camp, roll in flagrance And I put on for my city and my state Middle fingers to my enemies and all the ones they came with Hold up wait, '97 made the lane switch Hold up wait, it's a shame cause I can't miss [Hook: Quentin Miller] Half a zombie, I got white b**hes like Abercrombie Popped the vyvanse and it hit me like a titan, yeah I flew Delta and I flexed it like it's private, yeah How much you spent to take her out? I spend a grip on my b**h Cause I got it, I got it Yeah, yeah, yeah I got it, yeah, yeah, yeah, I got it Don't trip, I got it, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 2: Vic Mensa] (Pour some, my young n***as is zombies) I looked up with Quentin at the Tidal show, I know he got me You bet my 'gera you a jack-a** They know not to try me I can tell by what they rockin' that they pocket-watchin' I think he shop at Buffalo Exchange, that's not Armani Houston we have a problem, man n***as rocket-launchin' I think they contemplating stoppin', that is not a option Drinkin Tequila old-fashioned with my new b**h Ayye, shout to my Uncle Frank Stella, I got my groove back Tell me who's the gold, I'm really lampin' in that lambo I don't wear Bape no more, I'm in the cut like I wear camo This white girl with me, she got lips like Little Black Sambo You mad in movie clips, right now I feel like f**ing rambo Ayye, Zoe Kravits, let her know I just might shoot the club up Ayye, hol' up, wait Let's have a baby girl, I'll lose the rubber Ayye, hol' up, wait SSX, tricky flex maneuvers I'm leanin' like I'm jason off a half of Freddy Krueger [Hook: Quentin Miller] Half a zombie, I got white b**hes like Abercrombie Popped the vyvanse and it hit me like a titan, yeah I flew Delta and I flexed it like it's private, yeah How much you spent to take her out? I spend a grip on my b**h Cause I got it, I got it Yeah, yeah, yeah I got it, yeah, yeah, yeah, I got it Don't trip, I got it