REGINA JOR Lyrics

ZOMBIE JOR Rachael McAdams

He come for the 4 they gon send a clip at em

More bullets than he can fathom

They make him go ghost like his surname was phantom

I take yo bitch and I butter her muffin

That AR heat seeker ain't running from nothin

I'm getting good at turning nothin to something

So I turned yo bitch to a chop like an onion

Bitch I'm the shit what you heard bout it

You get under pressure and word vomit

I skrt out the lot yeah I curve up out it

I had Gretchen wit me ask her about it

Fine, walk home bitches

Animal cruelty how I walk on bitches

She was half a virgin when I met her

Now you'll never find yourself a woman wetter

My girl an alien, I love her, she like a martian

And I'm in the benzie, with brothers, and I'm getting carsick

I lean out the window and throw up

Cause you really thought you was gon blow up

You niggas really need to slow up

We hit you up to meet and you did not show up

Boo, you whore

I pull up on your boo, two door

You can't fuck with the crew, too poor

She got nothing to do, too bored

I beat that shit up on the king springs

After we fucked I guess she thought we was a thing thing

Told her we just a spring fling

She called me daddy but that's not my name like the Ting Tings

ZOMBIE JOR Rachael McAdams

He come for the 4 they gon send a clip at em

More bullets than he can fathom

They make him go ghost like his surname was phantom

I take yo bitch and I butter her muffin

That AR heat seeker ain't running from nothin

I'm getting good at turning nothin to something

So I turned yo bitch to a chop like an onion

Imma step out. everybody turn, look

You a mess, bitch, you a walking burn book

Nigga hit one lick, everybody turn crook

Bitch all my shit red hot, I could turn cook

She told me hit from the front

She said when it drop in it feel like she got hit by a bus

I'm picking it up

She on an all carb diet

That's great, but my dick in her guts

If you think you getting her back you must be on that water

Yeah you must be sitting with ducks

She on some different stuff

She black and white like concords, she mixing it up

You say yo nigga don't mess with no hoes but you don't see your man entertaining em

He said he gon pop out but we pulling up right beside him like Janis and Damian

My nigga got the paralyzer on him he gon move like he Samus he spraying him

I'm sonning these niggas I'm not bouta play wit em

Deading these beats I ain't raising em

Fuzz's brother I bet he know who a ride

You be saying you tough we know you a lie

You be snitching and that's social suicide

White interior look like it's glue inside

ZOMBIE JOR Rachael McAdams

He come for the 4 they gon send a clip at em

More bullets than he can fathom

They make him go ghost like his surname was phantom

I take yo bitch and I'll butter her muffin

That AR heat seeker ain't running from nothin

I'm getting good at turning nothin to something

So I turned yo bitch to a chop like an onion