[Hook:] A Key of coke A pound of shroomies Got that Molly and that Lucy Bitch I'm feeling loony [Verse 1: Zombie Juice] Woke up in the morning, 'bout to get my pimping on Log on back page, time to get my bitches off My cause up in the kitchen 'bout to get that whipping on We pour rose but Cîroc is what we drinking though Danked the fuck out, nothing but that sticky though You niggas got a problem, catch my nine or my.22 Red hair, nice tits, call that bitch a jungle pussy Louis this, Gucci shit, save that for them sucker rookies And my weed's straight from the west Bag it by the zip, that's 400 nothing less Bag it by the P that's 4000 fucking stacks That's racks on top of racks tax free on top of that 5-0 can suck my sack from the front or from the back Hustle mad, word to Tracy Morgan Got niggas in your hood pitching for me, fuck informants My money make money, You niggas kinda boring [Hook] [Verse 2: Erick Arc Elliot] You's a bad broad but you can't meet the family Kick you out the crib the cab number's on your panty Before I say another word, tell me where you get the nerve I got to move these units like a verb I can tell you turned out super duper burned out Get your brains blown off Patron what you worried bout Fiening like a custy, ride it like a huffy Got these hoes up on my... from the bottom of my Stussy And I never changed much, you just try to rush me Now I'm all grown up and regardless baby trust me I got warrants, arresting my performance Got you bare assed out, hold up, mama porridge What you think you smoking on, sort of feel like hope is gone If you think you's big now watch it with the focus on J-Crew Pocket-Tees, fellas made a mockery And the jive shorty when I go there ain't no stopping me Zombie [Hook] [Verse 3: Meechy Darko] It's Meechy Ho, higher than some high beams Eyes blood shot red, I don't need no visine Walking dead nigga, take a look at my team Cash rules nigga, take a look at my cream Sour maybe diesel green like spinach Me her and her, we call that a ménage So high sight seeing Fuck her once don't strike twice like lightning Know ya'll think like "Damn, Meech is quite mean" But that's your bitch, nigga, she ain't my queen She get wet transform like a gremlin Pussy money weed money weed that's my medicine Nigga I'm a rookie but I'm better than them veterans My bitches go both ways swing like a pendulum Reefer lifestyle every day's a honeymoon I call her the blood sucker cause she fuck my cousin too Pills in every color hue, 'bout to roll another doob I'm in that fuck it mood, I didn't write the last two