Aitch - Zombie lyrics

(Woah, Kenny)

Pull it back and make it clap
Fucking up the map
Got me fillin' up the MAC, shit
The studio my trap
Fiends knocking at the door
Always tryna get a pack
But you can't hear me rap if you
Ain't tryna spend some racks  (No way)
Feeling zombie from the pour
Zombie from the 'yac i forgot my past, shit
I can barely hold a chat
Likkle man, you lie and pop shit
My contacts full of cats
They don't ask me how I'm doing
They're just on man for a track pussies

Rest in peace to set man
'cause they're dead to me
Ask me for a bring in, but don't check for me
(No way, woo)
Now man are in my DMs tryna lecture me
'Bout how they can't see me
And they're vexed with me
Coming from a place where you get one shot
Make it out or you blast a one pop
Man start movin' shady if it's on top
Pray for all my brothers
Free my dons locked, yeah
Used to have a point to prove
Now I'm just a noisy yute
Tell your little bitch to give
Her boy the boot
Tryna make some money? Come and join the crew
If not, I'm avoiding you
Leave me be, just sit back and enjoy the view

Pull it back and make it clap
Fucking up the map
Got me fillin' up the MAC, shit
The studio my trap
Fiends knocking at the door
Always tryna get a pack
But you can't hear me rap if
You ain't tryna spend some racks (No way)
Feeling zombie from the pour
Zombie from the 'yac i forgot my past, shit
I can barely hold a chat
Likkle man, you lie and pop shit
My contacts full of cats
They don't ask me how I'm doing
They're just on man for a track pussies

Back to work, I get it in
Then I get out the gaff
Got business to attend and if I've not
I got a pound to splash
Face is bait, they know it's Aitch
So I go 'round the back
Linkin' up with bae, she make it clap
Should hear the sound of that
Say they're on me
Got me creasing like some AF1s
Said the Cookies got me stinking
Up in Saint Laurent
Swear they hate me on the
Daily 'cause the paper's long but prick
You're paying me my wages when
You play the songs
Take a flight, I'm goin' out United States
(yeah) just landed in LA with fifty
Thousand in my case (Guap)
Man had to catch the hands for
Gettin' rowdy in my face
Now I'm a bigger man
I just get out and walk away

Pull it back and make it clap
Fucking up the map
Got me fillin' up the MAC, shit
The studio my trap
Fiends knocking at the door
Always tryna get a pack
But you can't hear me rap if
You ain't tryna spend some racks (No way)
Feeling zombie from the pour
Zombie from the 'yac i forgot my past, shit
I can barely hold a chat
Likkle man, you lie and pop shit
My contacts full of cats
They don't ask me how I'm doing
They're just on man for a track pussies