New Phone, Who Dis? Lyrics - 3001: A Laced Odyssey - Flatbush Zombies

Not a good time unless I smoke mine 

Too many drugs that make you go blind 

Too many thugs that work for more crime 

And my nigga show love, unless we get 

Not a good time unless I smoke mine 

Too many drugs that make you go blind 

Too many thugs that work for more crime 

And my nigga show love unless we get violent 

Wildin', this is for my niggas that smoke weed 

Live life by the day, count the proceed 

Blow it back, blowin' cash in the OC 

Miss the phone, got it on, looking closely 

Only independent, we don't need a co-sign 

Jah shit, the bud make arms in no time 

It's the fourth quarter at the baseline 

Kissing your daughter, Mary Jane high 

Just the same guys you dunked on NI multiple times 

Ultra dead minds 

Zombie bait line, don't hope it takes time 

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Enjoy the palm trees 

We on vacation 

Rang, rang 

Who that calling? 

The money or the fame 

Shit ain't the same since we crept in the game 

So I get high and try to maintain 

My cell ain't 

Rang, rang 

Who that calling? 

The money or the fame 

Shit ain't the same since we stepped in the game 

So I get high and try to maintain 

Photos 

Gloves on, murder one, homi' 

Bill P looking for the prince, like King Joffrey2 

Smoking Moroccan hashies 

With my slanted eye, zombie mommy 

Hennessy fill my body 

These other rappers copy, oops 

I forgot to mention locusts in another dimension 

Zombie gang, be what I'm repping 

Pussy so good I need seconds to step in 

Two Mac 11s with twenty K on the necklace and a Heckler Kock 

Bought this for the hecklers that be neck in cock 

On a mission, clearest vision 

Views from the scope from my Glock 

Only high percentage shots 

You with one eye like Fetty Wap 

With my block, flockas ash, rott in flesh and money knots 

Never trust these hoes, I never did, never will 

I pop a tab and crack a seal 

Zombie gang, drugs kill 

Never lied 

If I did then let me fry 

Futurama 

And these Jordans on my feet don't come out 'til next summer 

Pretty grungy like Nirvana 

Kurt Cobain is what she hollaing1 

I dropped this dick inside her 

Only fuck her if she legal 

I don't break the law like Tyga2 

Unless it's moving LSD 

Lean and shrooms and marijuana 

If I ever pay for pussy it was with counterfeit dollars 

Ugly niggas still getting bitches 

I'm like the second Shabba 

Hit the trigger 'til my fingers blister 

If I got a problem, paint his top 

Then it's robbing 

I'm superficial and conscious 

I'm a walking contradiction 

I'ma burn in hell probably 

But I'ma keep Satan waiting 

I am young fornacating 

With women in every flavour 

Eating pussy with chop sticks 

You know I love my Asians 

You would think, USC who he play with 

Trojan helmet on, put her in the backstage 

And then I hit the skinky in the bank 

With the Jason mask, asking where the safe is 

Catch me motorcycle, black [?] Letterman 

Saint Laurent, leopard print 

I stampede any beat 

Nigga I ain't got no preference 

I'm setting presedence while chasing Presidents 

My mic presence is heaven's sin 

It's like I got an extra sense, no censorship 

I'm in my essence, limitless, no blemishes 

My penmanship, a urban [?] 

Always lead to swish 

I roll and pick, then blow and zip 

You can blow my dick and eat my excrement 

Smoke to death, might loose my ears 

Walking dead, can't feel my tears 

Fake love in disguise 

I rep-pew and get from here 

I let my soul fly like fruits from our peers 

I got some questions, I got some weed, I got some acid 

Needle point, LSD 

I got a bad bitch we could set to feast 

And if your eyes open there is still more to see 

They try to tell me I was wrong 

I'm still looking 

Last night I spent a couple hours up in central booking 

Only had a dub but I was trapping prostitution 

Weed, coca leaves, percs and LSD 

Two hundred for the pot 

Add it up, more for me 

Thinking back, I'm still here it's not we 

Ripping shows and blowing cheese 

Oh, you love me? Soon we'll see 

Palm trees and double D's 

They want that old shit? 

Well, fuck me 

Rang, rang 

Who that calling? 

The money or the fame 

Shit ain't the same since we crept in the game 

So I get high and try to maintain 

My cell ain't 

Rang, rang 

Shine on these niggas 

Glide on these niggas 

Show these niggas what the business is nigga 

Zombie gang nigga 

Huh? Zombie gang nigga 

Half that nigga 

We living life nigga 

Nigga stole the dead the way we living like so crazy man 

So trill nigga 

Ay, up top nigga, up top, uh uh