Zombie Juice - 3Flips6 lyrics

[Hook: Project Pat] See I gotta die, man, don't you even try, man Enemies gon' bleed once, I let these bullets fly, man See I gotta die, man, don't you even try, man Enemies gon' bleed once, I let these bullets fly, man Momma's gonna cry, man, I like to get high, man n***as pa**ing plates, snorting line after line, man Momma's gonna cry man, I like to get high, man n***as pa**ing plates, snorting line after line, man [Verse 1: Remy Banks] I be that n***a, when I step out on the scene they all salute a G With air 10 Jordans, got your b**h seducing me Blowing haze by the QP Queens bound, sipping Hennessy Drunk as f** in the H.O.V. with an eye out for the police I'm yelling World's Fair, my middle finger to the law Catch me out in London with the queen bumping Kalashnikov I know I'm flexing but f** it, I like to gamble life Cee lo king, 4, 5, 6, roll dice 'til I see paradise [Hook] [Verse 2: Zombie Juice] A young n***a, made man Smoke an eighth and roll eight grams Ted Bundy on a ho, gain her trust then slit her throat From the track spitting that murder Bloody hand, bloody hand Double Gang, got my evil tan I drink some gin, yeah Love the b**hes, s*utty b**hes f** them all 'til I'm bored of b**hes Red flag, red clothes Mix the coke with some inositol Cut it up, flip it up, n***as must got me f**ed up My hair red and my b**h blonde Smoking while I get my dick s**ed [Hook] [Verse 3: A$AP Ant] Givenchy, my shirt bark Burner ain't shy, it do talk He out of line, go get the chalk Target practice, play darts That Baltimore to New York Run that work like relay Been had tracks for rap days n***as turned up like Gunplay These rappers, all gay A bunch of female bi-mix Don't give a f** what a hater say Young n***as run everything Model shorty, sniffing yay I'm a throw 'em man, in her face New n***as in first place Leave a body, no trace