Zombie Files
(专辑: Life Of A Yung Og - 2021)
[Rio Da Yung OG:] Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga You know what the
fuck going on I
got a
pint of Wock', finna start my own Zombie Files You a
plain promethazine drinker, I
don't drink crocodile Two eights just put me on my ass, the
drank knocked me out I'm the
one who keep the
door open, you can't lock me out Pint of red, bitch, we finna have Zombie Files Let's go to bed, bitch, we finna have Zombie Files Four lil' niggas with K's, I
brought zombies out Bro, meet me in the
A, let's have a
Zombie File I
got a
pint of Wockhardt Pharmaceuticals Finna drink a
whole ten, nigga, that's how I
do it Four, six, eight, or a
twelve, we ain't pouring deuces Slide by in a
Hellcat, fishtail, then throw the
deuces Bitch really think I
love her, she so delusional Told the
bitch, "You like a
lighter, ho, it's so easy to lose you" Talking to a
sealed pint like, "I'm finna abuse you" You'd fuck around, get killed twice, my shooters unusual I
could drink a
whole gallon by myself, I'm unhuman I
gotta drink an eight to go to sleep, 101 do it I
got a
sealed pint of Actavis, a
one-of-one juice kit MCD, just drunk three threes, on my Lou shit I
got a
pint of Wock', finna start my own Zombie Files You a
plain promethazine drinker, I
don't drink crocodile Two eights just put me on my ass, the
drank knocked me out I'm the
one who keep the
door open, you can't lock me out Pint of red, bitch, we finna have Zombie Files Let's go to bed, bitch, we finna have Zombie Files Four lil' niggas with K's, I
brought zombies out Bro, meet me in the
A, let's have a
Zombie File [Glocky Cash Only:] Fuck being humble, throwing money in my pictures (Yeah) Pull up to the
strip club, that's just to pick my bitch up (Yeah) Pull up to the
trap and that's just to see what's cracking (What's good?) I
don't like to talk, how the
fuck I
ain't a
rapper? Fuck a
job, started trapping Too much money, started packing I'll be damned, catch me lacking Ain't nobody seen what happened My bitch got a
glick, don't get hit with that baby Glock I
know I
had 'em mad, tell these niggas they can hate me now Designer on my ass and I
come from wearing hand-me-downs (SG) Pull up to the
plug, give him bands, and he hand me pounds Yeah, yeah, that shit make diamonds, smoke pressure (Dope) Bitch, I'm steezy, I
could style in whatever (Yeah) Stüssy with the
Prada, fuck Balenciaga Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Shoo, fly, small fry, you don't bother me (You don't bother me) Shut the
mall down like it's Dollar Tree (Like it's nothing, nigga) Benihana like it's Wendy's (Cash Only) [Rio Da Yung OG:] I
got a
pint of Wock', finna start my own Zombie Files You a
plain promethazine drinker, I
don't drink crocodile Two eights just put me on my ass, the
drank knocked me out I'm the
one who keep the
door open, you can't lock me out Pint of red, bitch, we finna have Zombie Files Let's go to bed, bitch, we finna have Zombie Files Four lil' niggas with K's, I
brought zombies out Bro, meet me in the
A, let's have a
Zombie File