Artist: Flatbush ZOMBiES Album: D.R.U.G.S. (Mixtape) Song: YBA Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Verse 1: Meechy Darko] Whatever happened to mobbin' instead of fist fighting Niggas is busy bloggin, this shit is a problem Flatbush zombie dead walking, caution Every word I spit, every verb I flip awesome I raise the margin and Pimp C would probably be proud of me Cause I been banging dames since Wayne was saying "wobbldy wobbldy" The game is full of squares and I don't fit in I'm isoscoles Tell her take her clothes off, drop her hair and roll that chronic leaf Ha! If she don't let me poke it baby it's buenos noches I be leaning in the grave yard smoking something potent Nigga let's be simple I give her dick and she shiver You give her dick and she giggle, my ego getting bigger If Source was around I get 5 mics, sex party hand me 5 dykes They fuck me though, roll it fast and I puff it slow Yeah my flow bounce off that bass and percussion though Bout to roll another o, pass it to my brother though Ya'll niggas in trouble yo [Chorus] We the young black and arrogant Weed we be carryin' They greet us like kings Cause we arrive in these chariots Bitches wanna marry us Niggas wanna bury us But when it all falls Who'll be the one to carry us? Gettin' closer to the MIE [?] They say all the real niggas dead and gone but we left Dawg, I thought I told you that we go hard Flatbush zombies mo'fucka ya we go hard [Verse 2: Zombie Juice] Young black and arrogant Addicted the finer shit OG presidential the sour taste is immaculate Niggas on that ass, talkin' that, they ain't bout this shit I be bustin' bars trust me nigga this my heart We can take it to the park, let's park Bang bang two shots have a change of heart I'm aloof with the goof, fuck the boys in blue Never trust a nigga never trust you too Rolled about a hundred doobs, catch me smokin' somethin' blue Blue dream, feed me LSD please Them niggas talkin' down, word of mouth I could put you on sonny, the drug game ain't all sunny The rap game is real funny and I ain't playin' with you monkeys Now how can I survive got me askin' white Jesus Will a nigga live or die the Lord can't see us Quit your fuckin' job I ain't never fuckin' work All I know is this trip, pimp a ho on this dough Ounce of weed, morphine, blue's them oxy's [Chorus] [Verse 3: Erick Arc Elliott] I'm like hello, we got Carmello You can't compare ho See me with my kinfolk When I rock black hoodies and timbos You started with zero, look at that man in the mirror My vanity is insanity ragin'bull like DeNiro Ridin' with that becky, open that third eye if you'll let me Open your legs up like a nestle, crunch and munch What's for lunch? Hold this blunt for the one's that I run from Got a lot of niggas runnin' from the dungeon But I won't say nay Got a lot of fame to attain before I'm done done Cups full of rose, mo' Won't sip slow, low-key flow Codine 'do architect from the tech of the green deck Better bring [?] if you smoke smoke somethin' so Tell me when to go, gotta move now Feel so high, gotta cool down Doin' big things kinda rude now If you talk with the chest gotta put the food down Bitch you know, ain't got a lot of change but the wrist will glow Don't say her name but I hit the ho Listen bro, never heard a nigga like this before Never heard a nigga like this before Smoke another doob then I hit the road OE drank and that shit is cold So I'm 88 in my 64 [Chorus]