YBA

[Verse 1: Meechy Darko] Whatever happened to mobbin' instead of fist fighting Niggas is busy bloggin, this shit is a problem Flatbush zombie dead walking, caution Every word I spit, every verb I flip awesome I raise the margin and Pimp C would probably be proud of me Cuz I been banging dames since Wayne was saying "wobbldy wobbldy" The game is full of squares and I don't fit in I'm isosceles Tell her take her clothes off, drop her hair and roll that chronic leaf Ha! If she don't let me poke it baby it's buenas noches I be leaning in the grave yard smoking something potent Nigga let's be civil, I give her dick and she shiver You give her dick and she giggle, my ego getting bigger If Source was around I get 5 mics, sex party hand me 5 dykes They fuck me though, roll it fast and I puff it slow Yeah my flow bounce off that bass and percussion though Bout to roll another o, pass it to my brother though Ya'll niggas in trouble yo [Hook] We the young black and arrogant Weed we be carryin' They greet us like kings Cause we arrive in these chariots Bitches wanna marry us Niggas wanna bury us But when it all falls Who'll be the one to carry us? Gettin' closer to the end by each step They say all the real niggas dead and gone but we left Dawg, I thought I told you that we go hard Flatbush zombies mo'fucka ya we go hard [Verse 2: Zombie Juice] Young black and arrogant Addicted to the fire shit OG presidential the sour taste is immaculate Niggas on that Ave., talkin' that, they ain't bout it shit I be bustin' bars trust me nigga this my heart We can take it to the park, better spark Bang bang two shots have a change of heart I'm aloof with the goof, fuck the boys in blue Never trust a nigga never trust you too Rolled about a hundred doobs, catch me smokin' somethin' blue Blue dream, feed me LSD please Heard them niggas talkin' down low, word of mouth I could put you on sonny, the drug game ain't all sunny The rap game is real funny and I ain't playin' with you monkeys Now how can I survive got me askin' white Jesus Will a nigga live or die the Lord can't see us Quit your little job I ain't never fuckin' work All I know is this trip, pimp a ho on this dough Ounce of weed, morphine, blue's them oxy's [Hook] [Verse 3: Erick Arc Elliott] I'm like hello, we got Carmelo You can't compare ho Seeing me with my kinfolk When I rock black hoodies and timbos You started with zero, look at that man in the mirror My vanity is insanity ragin' bull like DeNiro Ridin' with that becky, open that third eye if you'll let me Open your legs up like a Nestle Crunch and munch, what's for lunch? Hold this blunt for the one's that I run from Got a lot of niggas runnin' from the gun gun But I won't say names Got a lot of fame to attain right before I'm done done Cups full of rose mo' Won't sip slow, low-key flow Codeine 'do architect from the tech of the green flesh Better bring decks if you smoke smoke somethin' so Tell me when to go, gotta move now Think so high, gotta cool down Doin' big things kinda rude now If you talk with the chest gotta put the food down Bitch you know, ain't got a lot of change but the wrist will glow Don't say her name but I hit the ho Listen bro, never heard a nigga like this before Never heard a nigga like this before Smoke another doob then I hit the road OE drank and that shit is cold So I'm '88 in my '64 [Hook]