[Intro: $ir Cartier]
It's-it's
JC
It's-it's
Yeah, JC
I'm ju-I'm ju—
I'm just-I'm just makin'
I'm ju-I'm ju—

[Verse 1: $ir Cartier]
Dead hoes, lying wait, hustle at a steady place
When the golden boys hit the corner, scavengers surround the place
Even when I was saying grace, they did that shit for Satan's sake
Thinking he can help, seen my n***as sent to Heaven's gates
Never heard of vacay, never had the time to play
Until the neighbors leave, drank is full, bitch, it's time to skate
Train to the devil and, it's the only time life makes sense
Fuck with the zombie, you'll get redder than a white bitch
(Yeah, shit) It's like my world is my residence
Life can be so pleasant when you livin' that shit reckless
Livin' that shit reckless

[Verse 2: $ir Cartier]
Corduroys on a golden boy, supreme team with gold blings
Signatures on they rings, parachute bags
Brass knuckles and knick-knacks, pockets full of cheddar
And empty dime bags, rollin' up the hash with the fellas
Higher than ever, I dead 'em all, where's the shovel?
Zombie Gang to the other, that's my brother (JC)
Just raised from another, that's my n***a though
We bringin' bitches to the condo, I think they kinda shy though
It's still all good though, they say they from Toronto
I woulda thought Chicago, they say they tryna smoke some
I say, "Bitch, shake that ass though"
Weed got me fucked up, can you please try to take it slow?
Hold up, you grabbin' my pants, tryna see what you workin' with
You doin' too much, I'm just tryna fuck, so whatchu sayin'?
Don't be playin', I don't like to be upset too much
You blowin' my high, you tryna chill or what?
What?
[Outro: $ir Cartier]
Hello?
Nah, let me tell you 'bout this group, right-
I'm just tryna-
They name is- uh...
I'm j- I'm j- (I'm just tryna)
... the freaking Zombies or something
I'm just tryna- (I'm just tryna make it)
There's this lil' dude, right? His name JC
Cartier, Cartier
Just listen to it, tell me what you think
Living that shit
Livin' that shit reckless, yeah!