Laker Paper Flatbush Zombies

[Verse 1: Zombie Juice]
Good morning, wake and bake
Dank weed, them bitches know I stink
Meechy, light up the weed, dog (Where's my lighter?)
White girl, call it Kate Moss
They say I'm borderline schizo, dysfunctional
Insane in the brain, smoke a lot just to maintain
The niggas feel my pain, them them bitches know it too
Poverty stricken, what's a nigga 'posed to do?
Hustler on a mission, Juicy to these hoes
Also know as Trap Hov, Trap Jesus, please believe us smack deceivers
Pussy leave it, leave it smoking like my nina
Boss life nigga, not that Ross life nigga
Paid the cost to be the boss, paid the cost you getting tossed
Light that blunt I'm getting off, put them titties in my mouth!
A cups, B's or C's
I don't fucking please, please proceed to please

[Hook]
Purple in the blunt swisha be the paper
Mouth full of gold, I'm feeling like a Laker
Purple in the blunt swisha be the paper
Mouth full of gold, I'm feeling like a Laker
Purple in the blunt swisha be the paper
Mouth full of gold, I'm feeling like a Laker
Purple in the blunt swisha be the paper
Mouth full of gold, I'm feeling like a Laker