Zombieland

[Intro]
Yeah
AK Bandamont, n***a, I get bands a lot, n***a
You know that
Yeah

[Verse 1]
I'm out here servin' Double Dutch, the fiends tweak out
I'll pull up to the party and let off shots, clear the scene out
And I'll bomb a n***a crib and clear the steam out
I remember I was out here fuckin' with cars, I took a green route
Hah, yeah, I took a green route
The route green, I'd probably make a million off the beans now
I was fuckin' her too hard, she ran out quick, she a cheetah now
That bitch just broke and dusty 'round last year, she a diva now
(She a diva now) Yeah, I'm droppin' dick inside this whole Haitian
This n***a ran and got two for rackеteering, he on probation
I was sittin' there and shе pissed all on the sheets, she ain't got no training
I'm finna teach you how to cook dope, she at home training
I just whipped out sixty on her, that's a loaf, ain't it?
Bitch, I don't fuck with dog, I'm sellin' white 'cause I'm a coke baby (Hah)
This bitch been shootin' dog the last five years, but she a coke baby
This n***a pussy, you see it in his eyes, a lil' ho raised him

[Chorus]
My fiend tryna build a bridge, look like Bobby Builder
He popped up at the trap to buy cocaine, had on Tommy Figure (Ha)
I'm finna sell him ten pressed pills, it ain't zombie killers
He look like lil' dog off Zombieland, he a zombie killer (He a zombie killer)
My fiend tryna build a bridge, look like Bobby Builder
He popped up at the trap to buy cocaine, had on Tommy Figure (Ha)
I'm finna sell him ten pressed pills, it ain't zombie killers
He look like lil' dog off Zombieland, he a zombie killer (He a zombie killer)
[Verse 2]
We'll run inside your spot, what you got, n***a?
You better watch your mouth speakin' on gang, 'cause we done dropped n***as
And fucked your dog, know you miss him, jump in a box with him
You think I'm pussy, I'll put you in a box, [?] up the box with me
I'm headed out OT to sell fake pills, but got the opps with me
We ain't take a plane, I gotta take a risk, I got a chop with me
I can throw it on my shoulder and dance with it, I got a stock with me
I don't gangbang, my dog a Crip, he threw up Fours, this ain't pot dealers
All my n***as eatin' good, we got potbellies
We finna take this shit back to '012 and go and cop Pelles
I would give girly the dick, but her twat smelly
She got a smelly twat, I damn near popped girly
Yeah, shoutout the real ones on the block servin'
Shoutout the hoochies on the block twerkin'
Hah, shoutout to Uzi, it won't stop workin'
I fucked girly all night, and then J Cuzzi, she won't stop squirtin' (Ha)

[Chorus]
My fiend tryna build a bridge, look like Bobby Builder
He popped up at the trap to buy cocaine, had on Tommy Figure
I'm finna sell him ten pressed pills, it ain't zombie killers
He look like lil' dog off Zombieland, he a zombie killer
My fiend tryna build a bridge, look like Bobby Builder
He popped up at the trap to buy cocaine, had on Tommy Figure (Yeah, ha)
I'm finna sell him ten pressed pills, it ain't zombie killers
He look like lil' dog off Zombieland, he a zombie killer