zombies uh im goin in nobody cold as him i got them hoes on gin i knock em down like bowling pins yeah im chasin paper while i chase my dreams while im on codeine mixed with that promethazine cargo shorts white tee on me morgan freeman in my cup pull up that lean on me i need cash on delivery c o d young money in this motherfucker we gon eat now watch me o d controlled substance in my raps every time i speak this time i preach yeah and let these lil niggas know who the god is i son rappers let them know who they father is i wouldn t bother him cuz i will slaughter them then hang a nigga from a tree like a ornament yea im on my shit full content its a filthy game and im dirty like a yeah nigga im back now who gon stop that murcielago with the top back all red round me no feds round me killers wit me too they bust your head proudly go head and doubt me bitch i got money pilin and i got white movin call it snow plowin when the beef on young money rite here yeah i smell fear your worst nightmare im in your dreams while im livin mine i got a sick flow yeah i spit that swine threw cough up a virus when i spit a line yeah im gettin mine bitch its dinner time and you are starvin artists and we taking over yeah we bout to starve you artist but imma eat regardless i got your freakin goddess in my bed giving head and she take freakin orders man this freak is gorgeous im so better than these other rookie niggas come and meet the veteran i got that medicine knock knock let me in or i ll be in your living room late night like let em in bitch nigga let me in
['dirty south rap', 'pop rap', 'rap', 'southern hip hop', 'trap']