Zombies - Musa Reems, Mick Jenkins

Look all them bitches you holding, no

Know I’m more Christopher Nolan

You niggas Christopher Walken

Pockets on Christopher Wallace

I gotta watch it

All these ho’s is out here looking for wallets

I told her, «Move bitch!»

oooh

I’m burning Christopher Bridges

You still gon' hear me through that word of mouth (Word of Mouf)

Mustang murdered-out (Murdered-out)

And I been sprinting so my service out

You know how that shit go

You know how rappers be

You know we hear it all

You know how rabbits be

You know how hat tricks be

I’m on my fourth goal

I got a sixth sense

I see dead people

All around me man these niggas zombies

I see dead people

All around me man these niggas zombies

I see dead people

All around me man these niggas zombies

I see dead people

All around me man these niggas zombies

They saying this the year that I break out like bad acne

In the back of my mind I seen when they ran past me

It’s never a need to front when you state the facts vastly

Me and my niggas stay with the pole like a track athlete, huh

Clutch the heat

Drop another banger on 'em in a couple weeks

A couple fees

No niggas fuck with me

Got this entire shit locked like it’s custody

I must compete

Dennis Rodman when it come to hustle G

People fake it ain’t that much to see

A stack ain’t even that much to me

Plus the fees, told people put they trust in me

I ain’t talking 'bout religion when I say I need a profit/prophet (On God)

I caught a goofy lacking and then I shook him for his pockets, huh

He flexing «I'm out here!»

But he really wasn’t

Cause more people out here

Switching teams just like Boogie Cousins

I see dead people nigga

I see dead people

All around me man these niggas zombies

I see dead people

All around me man these niggas zombies

I see dead people

All around me man these niggas zombies

I see dead people

All around me man these niggas zombies