[Meechy Darko] New phone who dis? New day, new bitch Rang rang, there go my celly Tattoos like Makaveli Acid trip, this bitch I´m with Might overdose like Anna Smith Crip or Blood, 50/50 love My nigga died for this handkercheif ZOMBiE gang, A$AP I eat the beat, and beat three From CD to tape deck LSD, some shroom tea 2 groupies and safe sex Threesome, AM Amen, Hallelujah Hallow clipped it, hollows through ya Backwood smoking, Goyard gun holster
Gucci sofas Heard you was sending shots I was too high to notice Marijuana, I´m smokin´ potent My eyes are glowin´ My pistol loaded, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop Now you knowin´
[ZOMBiE Juice] Top of the buildin´ and I got a feelin´ Sudden rush to the brain, so obnoxious the feelin´ Loyalty to the drugs, feelin´ so high high nigga what Rolling with the clique, middle fingers up Police on my dick, never gave a fuck Always living trife, bitch you down to fuck? Smoking on some shit that your mama off
Never pretend, I gotta go get it this one is all War love, got me [?] Talkin´ ´bout some money, we gon´ get it solved Talkin´ ´bout some bud, we gon´ smoke it all LSD bitch, I´m off the wall Throw your hands up if you wanna roll On some new shit, baby this a new phone Got some new packs in and some quick dough Same nigga dead niggas 10-4 Rest in peace to my nigga, nigga, Yambo
[A$AP Twelvyy] Live long, long live, yeah I live long Lance Armstrong, live strong Yeah, did right and I did wrong Okay, get high so I hit bone
Part II
[A$AP Twelvyy] Yeah, yeah Yeah I´m an activist I cook crack with a dab of piff Crystal meth, on an acid trip I´m a G in coke, from trees to dope I feed my coast, hit my line if you need a quote It´s a secret show, only speak it if you need to know And you niggas, I don´t need to know Beat the beat ´til the speaker broke I´m in the streets puffin´ reefer smoke Try to creep, let the Eagle go Man I´m down for the drillin´ of course Man you sugarcane niggas is soft
Don´t respect your jaw Man matter of fact, fuck the law Double up, nigga, fuck the court Been on it like an outlaw Batman vigilante goin´ southpaw Might head to Miami for some time off Came back to the city, hit the concourse Man I´m livin´ like a mob boss
[Erick Arc Elliott] I shake the game, refrain from permanent My style compares rare like fiends that serve a nick My goals can touch souls, my niggas impervious My team go buck wild, sip Hen and smoke spliffs Don´t think I won´t trip, cherish every moment A nigga won´t miss if he´s very focused All black, funeral, gettin´ down with a bad one
Used to smoke 2 grams, now I´m smokin´ mad blunts Had extendo, niggas, ´cause they basic Minds need replacement, thoughtless, conscious and tasteless Ring a bell ´cause the aliens comin´ down If you say that shit is myth my experience was wild Man could run a mile while his legs are broken down But Arc cook it up, tell shorty simmer down It´s amazin´, how you niggas really feel about it When it´s top floor, ain´t no room for more when it´s crowded, mothafucka