Zombie Lyrics

Gotta keep a chopper on me

That can hold enough heat on that bitch it could steam up a lobster

As long as my niggas keep trusting these mutha fuckin' doctors

There will be a zombie apocalypse

Scratch off the pistol with one of them nickels

Don't want to but will kill a lot of my niggas

You come for my son I put one in ya temple

Like somebody church bout to go out of business

Don't need estheticians it came with extensions

I'm sticking to this like a lashes technician

Still fucking the system

I'm back in this bitch like some birth control

Poppin' a percocet tripping

I keep it three sixes

But stay in Christian Dior with some bitches in praying position

I'm not into voodoo

But if she do drop me a pin

Then I'm poking her doll nothing mutual

Still on my rituals not even Creole or Haitian decent

Nigga pardon my French

Always ride with a twig and a trigger come with it

I sit on that bitch like I'm in here with witches

While sipping on something with demons inside of my cup

That is similar medicine beverage

I am still tippin' convinced that my heart is not red

That shit purple like medals for veterans

Got all my limbs and a few extra arms

If you tryna get buff

I go Shia LaBeouf with that Allen Iverson mentality

Then get inside of the truck and start driving it up

You think I give a fuck

Nigga mine as well put ya own dick in ya butt

Nigga fuckin' yaself

At a speed goin' no faster than about twenty five miles per hour

I show you the shower

The towels ain't needed

Ain't stopping the bleeding

I'm popping