Inf Beams Lyrics - Singles - Flatbush Zombies

Money can't buy happiness, dummy, it is happiness 

Trap house, got work in them kitchen cabinets 

Weed and them tablets, codeine and aspirin 

Basking in the ambience while I'm on the Ambien 

Klonopins, gold mouth Meechy, million dollar grin 

Mescaline, psychedelic, failing with the sentencing 

For beating up the beat, and his tongue be his weaponry 

Good aim, I'll blow a nigga brain, J.F. Kennedy 

Mind frame on the damn backseat of his Bentley 

I'm hard to tame, that's why I'm in leopard print everything 

You ain't 'bout that life, so it's best you never try, dawg 

I ain't scared of death, that's cause I already died, dawg 

Blood still wet, cut the check and count them pies, dawg 

Motherfuck the Feds, dirty money we divide, dawg 

Blood still wet, cut the check and count them pies, dawg 

Freaky bitch with me, man - she'll probably lick my eyeballs 

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Inf beams - you know, guns with the lazers 

Couldn't afford a silencer, so we use a potato 

Inf beams - you know, guns with the lazers 

Couldn't afford a silencer, so we use a potato 

Inf beams - you know, guns with the lazers 

Couldn't afford a silencer, so we use a potato 

Inf beams - you know, guns with the lazers 

Couldn't afford a silencer, so we use a potato 

Smoking GDP, mixed with some Chocolope 

Hash in the bowl, that super-duper stinky flow 

Juicy be the name, gettin' brain, that's a zombie fault 

Flatbush nigga, walking dead, that's a killer flow 

Smith & Wesson, catching wreck in your confession 

Want the safe, and the stash, and the ma'fucking weapons 

Too much Hen, now Juice is going in 

Off tops, fuck cops, we hot, you not, that's why they honoring 

I've only been around for a second, but I'm killing it 

No rest for the wicked, niggas stay lifted, high-class livin' 

Put the biscuit straight to your bitch lips 

She gone kiss it, I am pimping 

My .44's my bulldog - my dog shoots niggas' ears off 

My full mask and my AK - tear a nigga out his Chevrolet 

My terrier's my .22, just for the litle-ass bitch in you 

Two shots for my niggas on the block 

Said he feelin' myself, and I ain't gotta see 'em hot 

Outlaw, bumping 2Pac, outlaw, bumping 2Pac 

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I am the one to follow, I am the role model 

All my tips is hollow, all my clips extended 

All my whips is polished, all my teeth is gold 

All my bitches models 

All in all I'm all for the onslaught of all of y'all 

So all aboard everyone 

Awful that I must perform a Holocaust 

And offer off the souls of those to get a simple point across 

A cross cannot deport ya from the torture or this scorcher 

You will not refuse this offer 

Sign the dotted line with blood, you will not refuse this offer 

Sign the dotted line with blood, you will not refuse this offer