Bodega BAMZ - Thrilla Ft Flatbush Zombies lyrics

rate me

From Flatbush to broadway, wadre nigga hun up the ave

In broad day, tan boys got that tan shit, we got more quarters than an arcade

Butterfly blade face sote, I laugh at them, rip off face

Until we on my letter man and slow dance on your carcass

I’m rolling, I mean roming, life is just a car chase

Bull’s eye on your third eye, red dot on your target

Plus mere on your friends near, now your homies is shark baits

Bullets sending the unknown call pay, you got paid, like ducktapes

I’m really bout that fedy pop

Sue the bitch I’m with my bread like remy mart

Peel of them brum, now the city block, when they gave in

Like I never seen the cops… seen the block

Whether words or your weapon, you don’t need no block

Whether words or your weapon, you don’t need no block

10 boys, zombie bonded in blood metal slugs

Blood run if over, could you sip it any slower?

Hold up, hold up, brother get your hoes up, we getting trippy

Got fackos with me, they down to swallow,

Down the bottle that 10 juice

Drop a blunt and get your head loose

Whip clean, them shots rain, uptown that block yawn

Make more money than cops do, cause the block full

Niggas ain’t on my cheateau, niggas don’t know that I come through

With that snurkle, got that gun 2, and I rip through

1,2 fuck you, shotting niggas in 3’s like reggie miller

Zombie gang, man fuck y’all niggas, cruise be the name got love for the grain

Came from the bottom and never gonna aim

Bomb on your niggas like Hiroshame,

I’m in jing, blowing hella bring

Got my seat back and my heat strapped

And you laying dead on the streets mats

Keep that, smoke a blunt then relax

Run one of my 10 juice, 100 keep that loose on deck

Chain so heavy, might loose my neck,

Loose my life, never loose respect

I stand down this papi talk, I run the town your papis walk

No co signs, nigga fuck that shit, she tryina chill,

Nigga fuck that bitch…like a barracuda

Eat the pussy up hard jumping out the hooters

Ss …so define my nigga luca, loco 7 30, fuck boy

I make a nigga look up like a pump fake

You want electric goo of that duck tape

Go rough east … that’s blanco call the coordinate

A dead witness is a cold case, put new dope in that old dame

Ignore the pai ,we the new new york

And it’s all game, y’all rappers look pale

Lurkers survive since Oregon trail

I’ma just win, never top or trail

This nigga pussy leave them …like the grail

Picture me scare frame hanging over nail

Nah not me, … at all.