Bodega BAMZ - Thrilla Ft Flatbush Zombies текст песни

From Flatbush to broadway, wadre nigga hun up the ave
In broad day, tan boys got that tan shit, we got more quarters than an arcade
Butterfly blade face sote, I laugh at them, rip off face
Until we on my letter man and slow dance on your carcass
I'm rolling, I mean roming, life is just a car chase
Bull's eye on your third eye, red dot on your target
Plus mere on your friends near, now your homies is shark baits
Bullets sending the unknown call pay, you got paid, like ducktapes
I'm really bout that fedy pop

Sue the bitch I'm with my bread like remy mart
Peel of them brum, now the city block, when they gave in
Like I never seen the cops… seen the block
Whether words or your weapon, you don't need no block
Whether words or your weapon, you don't need no block
10 boys, zombie bonded in blood metal slugs
Blood run if over, could you sip it any slower?
Hold up, hold up, brother get your hoes up, we getting trippy
Got fackos with me, they down to swallow,
Down the bottle that 10 juice
Drop a blunt and get your head loose
Whip clean, them shots rain, uptown that block yawn
Make more money than cops do, cause the block full
Niggas ain't on my cheateau, niggas don't know that I come through
With that snurkle, got that gun 2, and I rip through

1,2 fuck you, shotting niggas in 3's like reggie miller
Zombie gang, man fuck y'all niggas, cruise be the name got love for the grain
Came from the bottom and never gonna aim
Bomb on your niggas like Hiroshame,
I'm in jing, blowing hella bring
Got my seat back and my heat strapped
And you laying dead on the streets mats
Keep that, smoke a blunt then relax

Run one of my 10 juice, 100 keep that loose on deck
Chain so heavy, might loose my neck,
Loose my life, never loose respect
I stand down this papi talk, I run the town your papis walk
No co signs, nigga fuck that shit, she tryina chill,
Nigga fuck that bitch…like a barracuda
Eat the pussy up hard jumping out the hooters
Ss …so define my nigga luca, loco 7 30, fuck boy
I make a nigga look up like a pump fake
You want electric goo of that duck tape
Go rough east … that's blanco call the coordinate
A dead witness is a cold case, put new dope in that old dame
Ignore the pai ,we the new new york
And it's all game, y'all rappers look pale
Lurkers survive since Oregon trail
I'ma just win, never top or trail
This nigga pussy leave them …like the grail
Picture me scare frame hanging over nail
Nah not me, … at all.