Mood Swings Flatbush Zombies (Ft. OverDoz. & World's Fair)

[Verse 1: Zombie Juice]
Yeah I'm so focused man
Smoking cali with my niggas bout 14 grams
Red hoopty swerving, matching the red of my eye
Devise a plan, come up on grams, same thing new shit
Tryna dip my balls in shawty drawers she told me that I'm naughty
I smoked it like a shotty, Brooklyn stand behind we
I might be young black, smoother than ice-tea
Toking on that fine pine tree, make my eyes bleed

[Verse 2: Joon (of Overdoz)]
Feeling it like a viking on vicodin, riding on my bicycle high
My kush [of a night from the 90s?], I ain't tryin to see them behind me
Don't mind me, I'm just a young American man
With a plan too big to fit in my pockets
Let me stop at the store for a bottle
Pinch a little kush from my partner
That's my nigga I'm sure he won't mind it
Nigga it's the Dest and the Zombies
Who wanna contest and get clobbered
Huh, huh, check the style boy
Good Joon signing out the OverDoz wild boy

[Verse 2: Erick the Architect]
The kushin' got my eyes stain glass like mosaic
Know I'll be your favorite but if it's wack I won't play it
I'm sayin
Levitated thoughts, drug into your veins
Sandy out in cali, in New York we hurricane
Overdose of my own coast, in this Worlds Fair
If shawtys come in twos, I guess we can compare
If shawtys count your cash, make sure that this all there
Hit the bong, lighters in the air, for this nigga here