dirty elevator music - Flatbush Zombies

You know what I mean?

Like I told the nigga, I’m like, «Yo, you know my body, my nigga, ha

I don’t know what you talkin' 'bout

But you know how I get down, baby

Don’t be tryna talk crazy over here»

I got the whole world on my hands now

Attitude, fuck it, like I’m caught with my pants down

You pussy, and I always been the dawg

Most of the game are rookies, you know that we came to ball

Sooner you bring it to me, the sooner we ship it off

Hennessy and bad decisions, makin' millions off a song

With this bad lotto (Word), my motto, drive and swerve potholes

Numbers don’t lie when on my side, capo

I got an energy problem, no I got an enemy problem

No I got a Hennessy problem, paranoia’s gettin' me probably

Opposite of kamikaze, papi your shit never droppin', stop it

Tight body, nothing sloppy but her toppy, zombie gang, gang gang

Body rotten

Gucci sweats while casket shopping

I’m possessed, the acid dropper

Never lying Boo'

I’m designed to rhyme, the grimy moves is what I’m inclined to do

I’m sorry silly rhymers your highness

Don’t need no kind of boost

This is highly ignitable, riot indicting

Frying my mind, body with chemicals

Why try?

It’s all in your mind, red eye flights, I’m going in raw

Lets roll the dice roll the dice

Take your life for likes, I’m trife, I’m quite nice

Precise with knife slice and dice

Inhale, exhale, close one eye, then snipe

Beware, this here is the tales of the dark side

Nobody gets out of alive

Ask why, Satan cried when I was baptized

All I got is my balls, my word, my pride

Her head fire

Ghost Rider, just Meech no help, no writer no sire

Pussy boy eat fire, Flatbush, east sider

I got the whole world on my hands now

Attitude, fuck it, like I’m caught with my pants down

You pussy, and I always been the dawg

Most of the game are rookies, you know that we came to ball

Sooner you bring it to me, the sooner we ship it off

Hennessy and bad decisions, makin' millions off a song

With this bad lotto, my motto, drive and swerve potholes

Numbers don’t lie when on my side, capo

Yeah

Dirty as Jersey, no disrespect to Reggie the Noble

Repeatedly hittin' your whip until it’s been totaled

Please, lady, no photos, I’m hardly sober

My omens have only told me to focus on every quote

And expose every single soul with the motives of takin' over this globe

Takin' over the road, on the dough with my bros

I’m bowling with pins of woes, more than convinced I’m old

Wisdom infinite fold, my window is tinted, closed

These niggas is gimmicks, so I hit 'em like Riddick Bowe

I’m driven to pay the toll, you niggas is paper plush

You fuckin' with angel dust (Woo), we can’t be fucked with

It’s nothin' to niggas, no discussion, I crushed 'em

Sweet as custard, apply the pressure, the messier, the dossier

Closure when the Yankees play they closers (Uh-uh)

Can’t you see me?

3D, Tesla memory

Here’s the melody, eat your shit, human centipede

I got the whole world on my hands now (Brrt)

Attitude, fuck it, like I’m caught with my pants down (What?)

You pussy, and I always been the dawg

Most of the game are rookies, you know that we came to ball

Sooner you bring it to me, the sooner we ship it off

Hennessy and bad decisions, makin' millions off a song

With this bad lotto, my motto, drive and swerve potholes

Numbers don’t lie when on my side, capo (Hahaha)

See I learned a new word today, nigga

Triskaidekaphobia

An extreme superstition regarding the number thirteen

That’s why a nigga don’t be havin' thirteenth floor on the—anyway

Most project buildings don’t really get past thirteenth floor anyway,

so it don’t really matter

What’s poppin', blood?

You good, you good?

You click the thirteenth floor for me?

Ayo, thirteenth floor

Alright, eleven floor