ivl kappa - zombiez lyrics
hook:
me and my gang creepin’ through the night
yea we zombies boy we really come to life
comin’ through the cut with a knife
smokin’ loud gas got me feelin’ right
ivl kappa:
choppa with a beam and it aimed at yo nose
gucci where i’m buying my clothes
run it up with my woes
count it up with my hoes
hide the key under the mat
4 bag full full of pack
.40 layin on my lap
4 b-tch i might clap
p-ss me off i’ll snap back
i’ll snap back
4 b-tch i might clap
.40 layin on my lap
4 bag full full of pack
p-ss me off i’ll snap back
i’ll snap back
hook:
me and my gang creepin’ through the night
yea we zombies boy we really come to life
comin’ through the cut with a knife
smokin’ loud gas got me feelin’ right
l-ansa:
they don’t wanna hear my spit conscious
they wanna leave me here unconscious
with my arms chopped off, body parts gone
buried alive like a zombie
man they wanna see me drop dead
and they wanna keep me boxed in
got em snakes f-cking salty
when they saw that my squad solid (aye!)
they hate me cause they like my sh-t
this beat slap like boxing
what i’m saying is that life’s a b-tch
and i fist her like rocky
she gone ride me like a fiscer
i ain’t riding no f-cking wave
i’m the first of my breed
giving everybody like smoke nicotine (aye!)
till it’s hurts when i breathe (aye!)
no popping pillies for me (no)
too busy k!lling the beat, (k!llin it)
name one teen on the whole motherf-cking soundcloud who is realer than me (realer then me)
i don’t need a burner for me (no)
to muf-ckin murder the game
lyrical on some hype sh-t
this white kids larry bird with the range
(bang!)
hook:
me and my gang creepin’ through the night, (bang bang!)
yea we zombies boy we really come to life
comin’ through the cut with a knife
smokin’ loud gas got me feelin’ right
lyon:
got me feeling right
got me feeling right
y’all won’t give me light
they won’t give light
demons in my life
demons in my life
demons in my life
they won’t give me light
i’m definitely keepin it them comin
i f-ck with a b-tch and she love me no lovin’
i f-ck with the numbers they leaving me numbing
im turning a good b-tch to sucking and f-cking
i keep seeing ghosts
my demons are hoes
i’m drippin in sauce
hop out the house
i’m flyer than nasa
they wanna get me locked up
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