Hell-o Lyrics - Flatbush Zombies

Got a bad bitch and she blowing sticky 

This gelato and I'm blowing 50 

If you pull it on me, then you better kill me 

Kamikaze, taking niggas with me 

Know I'm scummy, know I'm skinny 

Them big pockets counting plenty 

Ain't no money you could lend me 

Bonnie, Clyde, Bobby, Whitney 

From the first of first, you know I hold it down 

Log it in, spread the word around 

Wedding cake, terps like crystals now 

I'm moving on, they say I'm different now 

Call investigation, this a perp 

Deem it certain, screaming red alert 

Most you suckers gotta make it work 

Just remember where you heard it first 

Problematic shit get automatic 

Fucking cowards, they don't want no static 

I'm from the towers, Flatbush full of power 

Came up selling sour, making thousands 

Came up selling sour, making thousands 

Came up selling sour, making thousands 

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Fleezus Christ, don't say my name in vain 

Fire, brimstone, acid rain 

Watch me turn the crowd into a Spartan scene 

Mosh pit, then I'm Moses, part the sea 

Acid, acid, acid, acid, yah 

I think I'm back up on them drugs again 

Acid, acid, acid, acid, yah 

I think I'm back up on them drugs again 

Yeah I see the 12 

I don't want to see the cell 

You won't see me in some nooses 

Young and reckless, what the moon is 

Fix yourself up nigga, what you doing? 

Patrick Ewing 

Keep these haters blocked, you hear the shots 

I'm not just saying Pac catered to relatable and the shaded ones 

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Man fuck that (*mumbles*) that mumble rap 

It's that skully low rumble rap 

I'll do 50 years 

If the police find what's inside my duffle bag 

Moma shoulda named me Trouble Man 

Got shrooms, I ain't talking truffles and 

Got sheets, I ain't talking slumbers and 

Rat-tat-tat, slide up in your trap 

Like Kramer, in through your window like Bruh Man 

Now the pigs in my head like I'm Harley Quinn 

Zombie Gang, check my accomplishments 

It's Meechy Dark, still not the father bitch 

Keeping hundreds in the shoe box 

Straight cash pop a few thots 

Father niggas, Big Pop' 

Chauncey Billups, I'm a big shot 

Red alert, get your shit popped 

Avianne for the big rocks 

Flatbush Zombies got this shit locked 

Mad Max in the gridlock