Dr. Miami Zombie Juice (Ft. Meechy Darko)

[Intro]
Traphouse Mob
Luca on the track

[Verse 1: Zombie Juice]
Junction sides, 1655, you know the vibe
They said I wouldn't make it, well, I guess they lied
I might smoke your top five right on sight
That's old rappers, new rappers alike
I heard he got knocked for his ice, I guess
He ain't really 'bout what he write
I walk in, they say I'm a legend
I flex like a wrestler, this shit get excessive
Yeah, I'm with a baddie and she tryna eat me
Yeah, she call me daddy, I put her to sleep
That's a freak off the leash, in the back, he ain't P
I'm off the acid like three times this week (Acid, acid)
Mind on my money, that's gang over bitches
Had hustler's ambition since 5th was in kitchens
Yeah I'm from the 'Bush, a long way from them benches
Carti-Cartier vintage, Bottega exquisite
Grab on her ass so she know that I meant it
Might pour me an eight, rest in peace to my nigga A$AP
Big smoke, big glow, big Juice, big GOAT
Big dope, hop out and “skrrt" on a nympho
Same ones day one, bitch, ten toes
See y'all jackin' the wave, y'all ain't low