HELL-O Flatbush Zombies

[Verse 1: Zombie Juice & Erick Arc Elliot]
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

[Verse 2: Meechy Darko]
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