Drama Flatbush Zombies (Ft. Kaya (England))

[Verse 1: Eric Arc Elliott]
Phone is unavailable, feel it like it's real evolved
I can sense a ménage à ma four, my repertoire
It's just really really my god, air freshener in your car
We hot boxin' in yo whip, that means I'm just really gone
Highly medicated off this sticky brown in it
Cup full of Henny, Box full of wheaties
Switch you out them church clothes, then you make a mess of me
Freak you on a Sunday, god knows that you're blessin' me
Back twisted, act different I just have visions
Me and mac, bad bitches playin' badminton
Little jack grippin', past livin' large
At home with a big garage
Zombies is killin' shit, send them my best regards
Pussy, Money, Weed, that's all a nigga need, right
My philosophy, never be a decoy
I'm feelin' good homie, Helen Keller shit
Heaven knows my name is smokin' for the hell of it

[Hook: Kaya]
All the fresh cuts, and you're slick too
Keep a girl feelin' stuck like a ?
Be the first love, say what I want
But I'm sure ?
If you like that, you're gonna love this
This homegrown real strong it's that Kaya piff
[Laughs]
I can't smoke it though
Yeah, you're high, so high (smoke it up, light it, light it)
Yeah, you're high, so high (smoke it up, light it, light it)