"Zombie Tips" lyrics
I caught my ace put on my hoodie made him boogie with his strap
Long live my brother Rus he was a bully with that Mac
Caught him slacking while it's cracking put that fully to his back
Think he a boss he got them cookies, have lil Tookie take his sack
.45 buckets like a knuckle, tryna noogie your lil' scalp
She keep looking at my buckle, BB Simon on my lap
Bitch I got it out the mud, was eating ramen in that trap
They like turn that Grimeyy up, even the opps know this shit slap
We in traffic 'bout 4 deep, me, DP, Ronnie [?] and Lil Urs [?]
Heard the sirens, pulled my seat up, pumped the break and switched the gears
They rapper dead, they talk that talk ain't walk that walk now they in tears
What you see I see a killer when I look up in the mirror
Screaming "Free my grimy crips"
I fill my .40 with zombie tips
I remember that Abercrombie Fitch
Now I mix and match designer shit
Overseas I'm eating the finest dish
Down south I be fucking the finest bitch
Sneak dissing, that shit got 5 and them hit
Pillow talking, that shit got 5 and them killed
Them niggas don't push, they hide and shit
I put my phone on silent bitch
Private jet eating steak with the pilot bitch
Bitch your breath stink need Trident bitch
Ain't one of the opps? Don't try that shit
Dirty sprite with the rice eating Thai and shit
Through the opps tryna conquer and divide they shit
Lawyer, money, and the blicks, I supply that shit
I caught my ace put on my hoodie made him boogie with his strap
Long live my brother Rus he was a bully with that Mac
Caught him slacking while it's cracking put that fully to his back
Think he a boss he got them cookies, have lil Tookie take his sack
.45 buckets like a knuckle, tryna noogie your lil' scalp
She keep looking at my buckle, BB Simon on my lap
Bitch I got it out the mud, was eating ramen in that trap
They like turn that Grimeyy up, even the opps know this shit slap
Tossing turning in my sleep 'bout dead niggas that got blast
Catch a opp put on my hoodie ain't got no time for a mask
Ball hogging all them kills, I ain't never throw a pass
I never stop for 12 bitch it's 220 on that dash
They like "Grimeyy you up next"
Bitch I'm up now
STL my city, me and Murdaa split the crown
You can't beat us you can't join us, only choice for you to drown
We was thugging in that field you ain't throw a strike or touch a mound
We was thugging in that field, you ain't making no plays or catch no sack
Every time she throw it back I catch that shit she make it clap
He was steady dropping disses 'til we turned him to a pack
Niggas With Money, 30 Deep, bitch that's the gang it's on my back
I caught my ace put on my hoodie made him boogie with his strap
Long live my brother Rus he was a bully with that Mac
Caught him slacking while it's cracking put that fully to his back
Think he a boss he got them cookies, have lil Tookie take his sack
.45 buckets like a knuckle, tryna noogie your lil' scalp
She keep looking at my buckle, BB Simon on my lap
Bitch I got it out the mud, was eating ramen in that trap
They like turn that Grimeyy up, even the opps know this shit slap
Long live my brother Rus he was a bully with that Mac
Caught him slacking while it's cracking put that fully to his back
Think he a boss he got them cookies, have lil Tookie take his sack
.45 buckets like a knuckle, tryna noogie your lil' scalp
She keep looking at my buckle, BB Simon on my lap
Bitch I got it out the mud, was eating ramen in that trap
They like turn that Grimeyy up, even the opps know this shit slap
We in traffic 'bout 4 deep, me, DP, Ronnie [?] and Lil Urs [?]
Heard the sirens, pulled my seat up, pumped the break and switched the gears
They rapper dead, they talk that talk ain't walk that walk now they in tears
What you see I see a killer when I look up in the mirror
Screaming "Free my grimy crips"
I fill my .40 with zombie tips
I remember that Abercrombie Fitch
Now I mix and match designer shit
Overseas I'm eating the finest dish
Down south I be fucking the finest bitch
Sneak dissing, that shit got 5 and them hit
Pillow talking, that shit got 5 and them killed
Them niggas don't push, they hide and shit
I put my phone on silent bitch
Private jet eating steak with the pilot bitch
Bitch your breath stink need Trident bitch
Ain't one of the opps? Don't try that shit
Dirty sprite with the rice eating Thai and shit
Through the opps tryna conquer and divide they shit
Lawyer, money, and the blicks, I supply that shit
I caught my ace put on my hoodie made him boogie with his strap
Long live my brother Rus he was a bully with that Mac
Caught him slacking while it's cracking put that fully to his back
Think he a boss he got them cookies, have lil Tookie take his sack
.45 buckets like a knuckle, tryna noogie your lil' scalp
She keep looking at my buckle, BB Simon on my lap
Bitch I got it out the mud, was eating ramen in that trap
They like turn that Grimeyy up, even the opps know this shit slap
Tossing turning in my sleep 'bout dead niggas that got blast
Catch a opp put on my hoodie ain't got no time for a mask
Ball hogging all them kills, I ain't never throw a pass
I never stop for 12 bitch it's 220 on that dash
They like "Grimeyy you up next"
Bitch I'm up now
STL my city, me and Murdaa split the crown
You can't beat us you can't join us, only choice for you to drown
We was thugging in that field you ain't throw a strike or touch a mound
We was thugging in that field, you ain't making no plays or catch no sack
Every time she throw it back I catch that shit she make it clap
He was steady dropping disses 'til we turned him to a pack
Niggas With Money, 30 Deep, bitch that's the gang it's on my back
I caught my ace put on my hoodie made him boogie with his strap
Long live my brother Rus he was a bully with that Mac
Caught him slacking while it's cracking put that fully to his back
Think he a boss he got them cookies, have lil Tookie take his sack
.45 buckets like a knuckle, tryna noogie your lil' scalp
She keep looking at my buckle, BB Simon on my lap
Bitch I got it out the mud, was eating ramen in that trap
They like turn that Grimeyy up, even the opps know this shit slap
Writer(s): Anthony Hayes
