[Verse 1]
I started out bare handed, and pimpin' out some bitches
I'm a fat cat
So my bitches with the digits
I count my finger in out the fidgets
Last count, I need to come back
Figures to figure
I'm where I'm at now
Sniffed out the snort in my fort feeling like, "Fuck law"
Kings and queens, I fucked them all
White powder cover nose hurts sore
Reality hurts more, reality's a big bore
I get high, the swing of trees, fine swans and killer bees
'Cause I'm into hunnies, I could plant my seed to create
Love the ones I meet
Still rocking, still plotting
Emcee guts from chopping
That fat cat crying
[?] ability [?] wrist
Can't fuck with me
Get your suit up, boot up, your bitch drive in
Let's get [?] like a left side to your dome piece
The rome through the kings that he used to be the home to it
To all the fat cats with the greeting comes
[?] to say this in songs
Ain't that nobody wrong-do
To talk to me properly, that I believe, Zombie
[Chorus]
Yeah, and I'm just rolling with my crew
Tryna burn a lil' something, nigga, what you tryna do? Yeah, uh
And I'm just chilling (And I'm just chilling), yeah
And I'm just chilling (TFZ)
Ain't no question asked (TFZ)
Just smacking a ass
With a girl and a bag rolling up that cigarette (TFZ)
Bitches at my party getting high on the mud, yeah (TFZ)
Zombie Gang, rep it to the deal
[Verse 2]
Uh, I'm with my niggas and some females holding things down
A switch and some purses, one
Burning two and three down
Hold up, wait, uh
Stop listening some competition
Ain't no need to keep score
[?] rhyme with my mind, play some keyboards
Riding all black with that Batman flow
Man, I get high
Cruise real slow, got mask dancing
Ready to load the sticky [?]
[?]
[?]
Get fast as flies, it's in your rear mirror
Bullshittin' in my whip
Windows up with some regular boys, girls and us
'Cause we roll up on the block
Me and Jaylen in the back
Now I'm posted up [?]
[?]
I'm high as a jet
And the Air Force better bring down the drug dealer
I ain't sharing my medicine (Haha, yeah)
[Chorus]
Yeah, and I'm just rolling with my crew
Tryna burn a lil' something, nigga, what you tryna do? Yeah, uh
And I'm just chilling (And I'm just chilling), yeah
And I'm just chilling (TFZ)
Ain't no question asked (TFZ)
Just smacking a ass
With a girl and a bag rolling up that stanky grass (TFZ)
Bitches at my party getting high on the mud, yeah (TFZ)
Zombie Gang, rep it to the death
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