[Intro: Zombie Juice & Meechy Darko]
You know, Nick at Nite, three [?]
Chuch, chuch
Two hoes in the middle
Chuch, chuch
Offerin' in the basket
Chuch
[Verse 1: Zombie Juice & Meechy Darko]
Take a bong ripper, I be tuned in (Uh-huh)
Nick at Nite, Jack Tripper, yeah he goin' in
Dimethyltryptamine, tryna see the vivid screens (Lucid)
Never been akin to these lame rappers, they shit is weak
And fuck who you pretend to be (Fuck 'em), I'm tryna be the bigger me (Bigger)
Body the industry, fuck all my enemies (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
Got acid in the freezer, acid in the fridge
Acid in the bottle, so don't ask me how I live
Trippy all day, I ain't never gonna slip
There's rules to the game, ho nigga get hip
Hip hip, like that shit that I'm spittin'
And I'm on my shit, bruh
Tryna get advances and mansions
Whole family like Manson ([?] Charlie)
Eatin' rappers like panzón
The truth, I'm the answer
The proof in the puddin'
Real niggas salutin', they shootin'
They said we wasn't gonna do it, drop another one (One)
We outta heat, what the fuck you think I do this for?
The big three, and every day it's like I fuckin' ball (Playoffs)
Protect your neck and guard your grill, man
Wall, off the, yeah I'm synced, that means my shit is awesome
Never cared though so fuck, fuck your opinion (Alright)
Smoke another bowl while I'm laughing at you critics
Ain't shit change, just the numbers on the cane
Got them '47s, eight 9 Glocks, MAC-11s
Thirty eight .38s, do you get the message?
You know, Nick at Nite, three [?]
Chuch, chuch
Two hoes in the middle
Chuch, chuch
Offerin' in the basket
Chuch
[Verse 1: Zombie Juice & Meechy Darko]
Take a bong ripper, I be tuned in (Uh-huh)
Nick at Nite, Jack Tripper, yeah he goin' in
Dimethyltryptamine, tryna see the vivid screens (Lucid)
Never been akin to these lame rappers, they shit is weak
And fuck who you pretend to be (Fuck 'em), I'm tryna be the bigger me (Bigger)
Body the industry, fuck all my enemies (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
Got acid in the freezer, acid in the fridge
Acid in the bottle, so don't ask me how I live
Trippy all day, I ain't never gonna slip
There's rules to the game, ho nigga get hip
Hip hip, like that shit that I'm spittin'
And I'm on my shit, bruh
Tryna get advances and mansions
Whole family like Manson ([?] Charlie)
Eatin' rappers like panzón
The truth, I'm the answer
The proof in the puddin'
Real niggas salutin', they shootin'
They said we wasn't gonna do it, drop another one (One)
We outta heat, what the fuck you think I do this for?
The big three, and every day it's like I fuckin' ball (Playoffs)
Protect your neck and guard your grill, man
Wall, off the, yeah I'm synced, that means my shit is awesome
Never cared though so fuck, fuck your opinion (Alright)
Smoke another bowl while I'm laughing at you critics
Ain't shit change, just the numbers on the cane
Got them '47s, eight 9 Glocks, MAC-11s
Thirty eight .38s, do you get the message?
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