Zombies

Look all them bitches you holding, no
Know I’m more Christopher Nolan
You niggas Christopher Walken
Pockets on Christopher Wallace
I gotta watch it
All these ho’s is out here looking for wallets
I told her, «Move bitch!» oooh
I’m burning Christopher Bridges
You still gon' hear me through that word of mouth (Word of Mouf)
Mustang murdered-out (Murdered-out)
And I been sprinting so my service out
You know how that shit go
You know how rappers be
You know we hear it all
You know how rabbits be
You know how hat tricks be
I’m on my fourth goal
I got a sixth sense
I see dead people
All around me man these niggas zombies
I see dead people
All around me man these niggas zombies
I see dead people
All around me man these niggas zombies
I see dead people
All around me man these niggas zombies
They saying this the year that I break out like bad acne
In the back of my mind I seen when they ran past me
It’s never a need to front when you state the facts vastly
Me and my niggas stay with the pole like a track athlete, huh
Clutch the heat
Drop another banger on 'em in a couple weeks
A couple fees
No niggas fuck with me
Got this entire shit locked like it’s custody
I must compete
Dennis Rodman when it come to hustle G
People fake it ain’t that much to see
A stack ain’t even that much to me
Plus the fees, told people put they trust in me
I ain’t talking 'bout religion when I say I need a profit/prophet (On God)
I caught a goofy lacking and then I shook him for his pockets, huh
He flexing «I'm out here!»
But he really wasn’t
Cause more people out here
Switching teams just like Boogie Cousins
I see dead people nigga
I see dead people
All around me man these niggas zombies
I see dead people
All around me man these niggas zombies
I see dead people
All around me man these niggas zombies
I see dead people
All around me man these niggas zombies