Flatbush Zombies - Don't Do Drugs Kids lyrics

rate me

Acid, acid

Tab, tab

Roll it, smoke it

Take a drag, drag

Ain't no heart in the music, it's all device

In the lab cooking work like Walter White

My general salute, I got a gram or two

And have a nigga head spinning like a poltergeist

Probably never gonna change, nigga, fuck fame

This is real cocaine, nigga, nigga, numb to the gums

Numb, numb till you spit

Nothing I ever do is whack, so in fact, I am that sick

Nigga, hit it once then he pass it

Casket, casket, I am often drastic

Undead to the dead, two horns in my head

Levitating when my eyes become red, dog

Nectar for the holy protector, wrecked them

Yes, I carry along weapon, just in case

Machine gun them, we clear the place

True jan love, ganja we blaze

Don't do drugs, kids, give them to I

It's amazing how acid could open your eyes

My face look sour ‘cause I'm smoking it, guy

I'm so damn high, can't open my eyes

Don't do drugs, kids, give them to I

It's amazing how acid could open your eyes

My face look sour ‘cause I'm smoking it, guy

I'm so damn high, can't open my eyes

You the best, nuh-uh, I'm the best, bro bro

Shotgun, pump pump, leave you leaking, slump slump

Now you all fucked up, don't compare us to nobody, nigga, they're not us

Had to die for you… fuck the music in my crutch

OG I puff, gold teeth, not much if not at all

Told her I don't give a fuck unless the money's involved

Or drugs involved, or fucks involved

Baby, a dollar and a dream'll make your money evolve

Like watered down packs, you're not that raw

These Bolivian bars that I'm stepped on

Hear…

Nigga, you slipping if you ain't near that wet bong

Supreme seams, Zombie logo

Or I'm wearing Polo, eye bleed hit trees meet sonny bono

Between these seas and I row, row, row, row

Radiant girl can't see my aura

I'm Meechy, I needs me a Rita Ora

Lock your daughters, I'm coming for her

I knock that bitch up and I not support her, I'm joking, sorta

You know my future's bright and I'm kinda important

I don't need the karma, drama, baby momma

Let's hear bout… I let you spray the llama

When doubt I got problems, I spit that fool and drown in a coffin

The world's on my back and it's quite exhausting

But I'mma keep it squeezing it for all this fortune, I'm off this