"HELL-O" lyrics
[Zombie Juice (Erick Arc Elliot):]
Got a bad bitch and she blowing sticky
This gelato and I'm blowing 50
If you pull it on me, then you better kill me
Kamikaze, taking niggas with me
(Know I'm scummy, know I'm skinny)
(Them big pockets counting plenty)
(Ain't no money you could lend me)
(Bonnie, Clyde, Bobby, Whitney)
From the first of first, you know I hold it down
Log it in, spread the word around
Wedding cake, terps like crystals now
I'm moving on, they say I'm different now
(Call investigation, this a perp)
(Deem it certain, screaming red alert)
(Most you suckers gotta make it work)
(Just remember where you heard it first)
Problematic shit get automatic
Fucking cowards, they don't want no static
I'm from the towers, Flatbush full of power
Came up selling sour, making thousands
Came up selling sour, making thousands
Came up selling sour, making thousands
[Meechy Darko:]
Fleezus Christ, don't say my name in vain
Fire, brimstone, acid rain
Watch me turn the crowd into a Spartan scene
Mosh pit, then I'm Moses, part the sea
Acid, acid, acid, acid, yah
I think I'm back up on them drugs again
Acid, acid, acid, acid, yah
I think I'm back up on them drugs again
[Erick Arc Elliot:]
Yeah I see the 12
I don't want to see the cell
You won't see me in some nooses
Young and reckless, with the movements
Fix yourself up nigga, what you doing?
Patrick Ewing
Keep these haters blocked, you hear the shots
I'm not just saying Pac catered to relatable and the shaded ones
[Meechy Darko:]
Man fuck that that mumble rap
It's that skully low rumble rap
I'll do 50 years
If the police find what's inside my duffle bag
Moma shoulda named me Trouble Man
Got shrooms, I ain't talking truffles and
Got sheets, I ain't talking slumbers and
Rat-tat-tat, slide up in your trap
Like Kramer, in through your window like Bruh Man
Now the pigs in my head like I'm Harley Quinn
Zombie Gang, check my accomplishments
It's Meechy Dark, still not the father bitch
[Zombie Juice:]
Keeping hundreds in the shoe box
Straight cash pop a few thots
Father niggas, Big Pop'
Chauncey Billups, I'm the big shot
Red alert, get your shit popped
Avianne for the big rocks
Flatbush Zombies got this shit locked
Mad Max in the gridlock
Got a bad bitch and she blowing sticky
This gelato and I'm blowing 50
If you pull it on me, then you better kill me
Kamikaze, taking niggas with me
(Know I'm scummy, know I'm skinny)
(Them big pockets counting plenty)
(Ain't no money you could lend me)
(Bonnie, Clyde, Bobby, Whitney)
From the first of first, you know I hold it down
Log it in, spread the word around
Wedding cake, terps like crystals now
I'm moving on, they say I'm different now
(Call investigation, this a perp)
(Deem it certain, screaming red alert)
(Most you suckers gotta make it work)
(Just remember where you heard it first)
Problematic shit get automatic
Fucking cowards, they don't want no static
I'm from the towers, Flatbush full of power
Came up selling sour, making thousands
Came up selling sour, making thousands
Came up selling sour, making thousands
[Meechy Darko:]
Fleezus Christ, don't say my name in vain
Fire, brimstone, acid rain
Watch me turn the crowd into a Spartan scene
Mosh pit, then I'm Moses, part the sea
Acid, acid, acid, acid, yah
I think I'm back up on them drugs again
Acid, acid, acid, acid, yah
I think I'm back up on them drugs again
[Erick Arc Elliot:]
Yeah I see the 12
I don't want to see the cell
You won't see me in some nooses
Young and reckless, with the movements
Fix yourself up nigga, what you doing?
Patrick Ewing
Keep these haters blocked, you hear the shots
I'm not just saying Pac catered to relatable and the shaded ones
[Meechy Darko:]
Man fuck that that mumble rap
It's that skully low rumble rap
I'll do 50 years
If the police find what's inside my duffle bag
Moma shoulda named me Trouble Man
Got shrooms, I ain't talking truffles and
Got sheets, I ain't talking slumbers and
Rat-tat-tat, slide up in your trap
Like Kramer, in through your window like Bruh Man
Now the pigs in my head like I'm Harley Quinn
Zombie Gang, check my accomplishments
It's Meechy Dark, still not the father bitch
[Zombie Juice:]
Keeping hundreds in the shoe box
Straight cash pop a few thots
Father niggas, Big Pop'
Chauncey Billups, I'm the big shot
Red alert, get your shit popped
Avianne for the big rocks
Flatbush Zombies got this shit locked
Mad Max in the gridlock
Writer(s): Demetri Simms, Erick Elliott, Antonio Lewis, Tyler Dopps
