​fukk 26zombiez lyrics

[Intro]
f*ck, f*ck, (You f*cking idiot), f*ck, f*ck

[Verse]
Dynamite come out my blick, you can't duck it
Get on that drank, I get big like LUCKI
Fine sh*t peeped game, forgot I was ugly
I could get my paws on anything, it ain't nothing
Raising your voice, why the f*ck you keep cussing?
Wrap the sh*t too tight, that za' pack be musty
You headfirst in the field, we have a concussion
I just go do it, I don't plan or discuss it
Come to the field, our department get ugly
You a sweet lick in my hood, we gon' rush you
Your chain be your bread, why the f*ck would you tuck it?
Let lil' twin do it, let him score him a bucket
Twelve pulled my hoodie, who the f*ck you getting rough with?
They ain't know I had a tool, we got out, I snuck this
Sit yo' ass down, boy, you a Uncle Ruckus
Everybody chilling, man, I pop out on f*ck sh*t
Do mе a lick, then I hop on a bus quick
sh*t in my blick hit your body, it shred up
Ain't touching munyun, got to get my littlе bread up
Walk with your head down, man, hold your little head up
You got a blick, what the f*ck is you scared of?
f*ck (You f*cking idiot)
Drac' in my pants at the show if they let me
Pull up your fire, that's a f*ck n*gga pet peeve
Real trench, boy, I'ma have my fire on the jet ski
Tat my little body, told my artist to sketch me
Ain't talking about no munyun- don't DM, don't text me
n*gga ahh wigging out, boy, you better tighten up
Hit at your top, hollow give you a line up
Shortcuts in my hood, twelve can't find us
They took out your starting five, they f*cked up your lineup
Real drank head, before I rap, poured a pint up
n*gga act cap, get clapped trying to pipe up
Hollow pointers hit your drip, it bite stuff
He gon' trip out with that fire, that boy, he might buss'
He gon' wig out with that fire, that boy might buss'
I appreciate the love, but y'all f*ck n*ggas bite us
Hot box stolo, pick a n*gga wife up
Dark in my hood, got to hold my light up
You ain't gone finish the drank, let me get that
n*gga think the micro sweet, it got kick back
I was tripped out when I tatted my six pack
You made a wish, now you can't get your wish back
I had it for you, your guns, you missed that
Turn too my phones in my name, man
Count that money, shoot the gun, same hands
In the bricks, now my mom cook out the same pans
Why the f*ck the attention on me when I came in?
See me last night, I done popped out the same pants
Post up with a blick in Saint Laurent garment
Boy, you got a hand out, you didn't even earn it, f*ck, f*ck