Zombie Juice - Lava lyrics

I don't give a fuck bruh
(I don't give a fuck)
All my niggas dirty, see a nigga cutthroat
It's Like 2: 30, call the product kids up
Get the utmost, up most
I'm gettin' head from the front do'
Front fo' nigga right here at your front door
Oh no, rhymes pass ya like Rondo
Switch the flow
Can you hear me like some old phones
Hustle anything getting money 'til
The Feds roll
Real shit nigga, all I do is eat foes
Slammin' on niggas like Onyx
From the free throw
Flatbush born dead, nigga I'm a hero
And oh yeah hoes, man I got like zero
Tolerance for bullshit or ego
Took enough acid and I'm feeling like Neo
Niggas took my style
Man I'm feeling kinda geeked though
Swag champ
Twist a nigga up like some deep throat
Peep though, progression at it's finest
Treat you so good cause you're
Only what you're lyin' your fire's so quiet
They see through your mind and
Your iris, your eyelids
Your eyes can't define it
They hear when they want ya
Fear what they told ya
Reprogram yourself or I fear for your health
Program inhibition, I'm willing to ride
Few grams back-to back let that
Sync in your mind rhyme right, rhyme tight
Should've been signed twice
If this the outcome
I'm waiting on my next life roll the dice
Motherfucker get your shit straight
Been great, flipping weight call me Triple H
Yeah zombies we the shit man ya
Zombies we the Kliq man ya
Palm trees like a birthday
Ain't nothing like the first day

Ain't nothing like the first day
You could judge by the blunt
By the terp taste
Know a nigga on a run on my worst day
See you stepping on my lawn
Leave the hearse way, yeah the hearse way
Ain't nothing like the first day
You could judge by the blunt
By the terp taste
Know a nigga on a run on my worst day
See you stepping on my lawn
Leave the hearse way, on the first day

Back to take the game, got my ice on brr
Back the fuck up, I got the Juice in here
You can't compare
Living like this can't be real
Only talking if you're only 'bout
Them M's this year
All red looking like the prince is near
And the bitch with me looking
Like the baddest here
High as us, throw 'em off like a chandelier
Back-to back smoking like I can't be here
Yeah, back against the wall
Me against the world
Battle to be fought, trying to hit the floor
Trying to hit the show, never let the
Hating on the boy, nigga been divorced
Straight up out the morgue
Flatbush made this song
God damn, load the clips in the dollar van
Run up in the crib dog, feeling like bruh man
Coachella overseas feeling like Summer Jam
Master P all about it
Got so many clouds around me
Had to cut 'em off, see
Feelin' like they can't define me
Blowing in the wind on my RZA
Shit you can't find me
Anyway the wind blows, Bohemian rap flows
These new niggas just hoe
Like Jay-Z I change clothes
Terps taste like mango dope-in-the-vein flow
Coke-colored Kangol
Your main bitch, she get low
Out of site, out of mind
Niggas running out of time so they
Stuck up on my grind

Ain't nothing like the first day
You could judge by the blunt
By the terp taste
Know a nigga on a run on my worst day
See you stepping on my lawn
Leave the hearse way, yeah the hearse way
Ain't nothing like the first day
You could judge by the blunt
By the terp taste
Know a nigga on a run on my worst day
See you stepping on my lawn
Leave the hearse way, on the first day