"Zombie" lyrics
Give me the Addy, send me the route (Route, route)
Dig in the baggie, I'm giving 'em two (Two, two)
Taking a tab, we off to the moon (Moon, moon)
Pockets are baggy, my money is new
Coming for your pockets, better empty 'em out
Talking all that nonsense, gon' get hit in your mouth
Stacking up my profits, Louis V on the pouch
Knocking down your girl if I pull up to her house
Got me a baddie, I fuck in the booth
Shout out to Vallie, been Himma the truth
Never gon' catch me, the red and the blue
Never gon' pass me, got twelve in the coupe
Eat your motherfucking heart out and I mean it (Killa)
Love the feeling that you get when I'm between it
Never seen a girl get freakier than we get (Vanilla)
Laid up on my money, mirrors on the ceiling
I turn her on, she the one
Say she want to have her some fun
I know that she be falling in love
But baby girl, I just want to fuck
Give me the Addy, send me the route (Route, route)
Dig in the baggie, I'm giving 'em two (Two, two)
Taking a tab, we off to the moon (Moon, moon)
Pockets are baggy, my money is new
Coming for your pockets, better empty 'em out
Talking all that nonsense, gon' get hit in your mouth
Stacking up my profits, Louis V on the pouch
Knocking down your girl if I pull up to her house
Pop me a couple of Percs, I'm walking around like a zombie
Dropping a four in a lid, I'm sipping and no one can stop me
I transform, I don't know who that I am when I'm not me
But all of my dogs, I know they got me
She call on the weekend, she want to slime on a pop
I get it freezing from all of the diamonds I rock
I don't need no reason if there be time on the clock
We leave 'em leaking, if we ever slide on an opp
I turn her on, she the one
Say she want to have her some fun
I know that she be falling in love
But baby girl, I just want to fuck
Give me the Addy, send me the route (Route, route)
Dig in the baggie, I'm giving 'em two (Two, two)
Taking a tab, we off to the moon (Moon, moon)
Pockets are baggy, my money is new
Coming for your pockets, better empty 'em out
Talking all that nonsense, gon' get hit in your mouth
Stacking up my profits, Louis V on the pouch
Knocking down your girl if I pull up to her house
Dig in the baggie, I'm giving 'em two (Two, two)
Taking a tab, we off to the moon (Moon, moon)
Pockets are baggy, my money is new
Coming for your pockets, better empty 'em out
Talking all that nonsense, gon' get hit in your mouth
Stacking up my profits, Louis V on the pouch
Knocking down your girl if I pull up to her house
Got me a baddie, I fuck in the booth
Shout out to Vallie, been Himma the truth
Never gon' catch me, the red and the blue
Never gon' pass me, got twelve in the coupe
Eat your motherfucking heart out and I mean it (Killa)
Love the feeling that you get when I'm between it
Never seen a girl get freakier than we get (Vanilla)
Laid up on my money, mirrors on the ceiling
I turn her on, she the one
Say she want to have her some fun
I know that she be falling in love
But baby girl, I just want to fuck
Give me the Addy, send me the route (Route, route)
Dig in the baggie, I'm giving 'em two (Two, two)
Taking a tab, we off to the moon (Moon, moon)
Pockets are baggy, my money is new
Coming for your pockets, better empty 'em out
Talking all that nonsense, gon' get hit in your mouth
Stacking up my profits, Louis V on the pouch
Knocking down your girl if I pull up to her house
Pop me a couple of Percs, I'm walking around like a zombie
Dropping a four in a lid, I'm sipping and no one can stop me
I transform, I don't know who that I am when I'm not me
But all of my dogs, I know they got me
She call on the weekend, she want to slime on a pop
I get it freezing from all of the diamonds I rock
I don't need no reason if there be time on the clock
We leave 'em leaking, if we ever slide on an opp
I turn her on, she the one
Say she want to have her some fun
I know that she be falling in love
But baby girl, I just want to fuck
Give me the Addy, send me the route (Route, route)
Dig in the baggie, I'm giving 'em two (Two, two)
Taking a tab, we off to the moon (Moon, moon)
Pockets are baggy, my money is new
Coming for your pockets, better empty 'em out
Talking all that nonsense, gon' get hit in your mouth
Stacking up my profits, Louis V on the pouch
Knocking down your girl if I pull up to her house
