Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe Inhale, potent marijuana running shit like the mayor Rap game Peter Parker web swinging through the air My minds in the clouds and I ain't got a beer See I ain't got a care kill them now and reap the benefits Coldest nigga out and I ain't sold no fucking disc Henny bottle-eater, 3 grams in the fuckin' spliff Call it what you want I'm a zombie bitch I'm off this shit
[Verse 13: Erick Arc Elliott] Yo prada never gonna pile up If you can't follow this game, nigga My team smoking that green If you ain't seen me then you must be a lame, nigga And I'll give you three shots hold this heat down Shorty pussy so wet she could soak a beach towel But meanwhile, Effortless, so she thought it was a freestyle Everybody wanna floss like a G now What about me? Never had a bitch nigga doubt me Zombie gang all y'all niggas pace is shit On some basic shit it's no wonder that you sound the same So forever am I living staying out of prison Mommy told me different but these hoes don't hear it Forever am I living staying out of prison Mommy told me different but these hoes don't hear it
[Verse 14: Meech] I heard life's a bitch so I spit and stimulate her clit Hitting licks Henny shots hitting licks on the ave Hitting licks who is this? that be Meech Zombie walking casualty beat the beat till it's actually fragments Coke off her areola and no not a can of soda Tearing flesh pussy pink look like Cam's Range Rover No High school diploma but baby I'm a street soulja School of the hard knocks every class I leap over Smith and Wesson .500, long nose, mazel tov Shoot a man who squeal then I peel like an old cut Like my women heightened and not even trying And if she leaky leaky then Meechy gon' dive in Ha, mic check check me, skin darker than Wesley Two-eighths of shrooms got me dancing like Mr. Bentley Mind yo' fuckin' business, why you think the whip is tinted? The darkest nigga in it sparking up to infinite