Текст Quentin Miller – Half
Текст:
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Born and raised 1-3-1-7
Born and raised 1-3-1-7
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Half a zombie, I got white bitches like Abercrombie
Popped the vyvanse and it hit me like a titan, yeah
I flew Delta and I flexed it like it’s private, yeah
How much you spent to take her out? I spend a grip on my bitch
Cause I got it, I got it
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I got it, yeah, yeah, yeah, I got it
Don’t trip, I got it, yeah, yeah, yeah
Addy’s takin’ hold now, I’m on a roll now
Oh you niggas know us now? I’m touchin’ road now
I linked up with Needlz, he ten minutes from the house
Just like your TV, we in the house, in the house, yeah
Niggas pocket-watchin’, niggas pocket-watchin’
Wait, bitches pocket-watchin’, that is not a problem
Niggas thought that they could stop ’em, but they not gon’ stop me
With your girl, I change the topic to that sloppy-toppy
Got a new thing out in Vegas
I got hoes in different area codes like Nate did
Flex up on my haters by mistake and
Coach Cam roll in flagrance
And I put on for my city and my state
Hold up wait, ’97 made the lane switch
Hold up wait, it’s a shame cause I can’t miss
Half a zombie, I got white bitches like Abercrombie
Popped the vyvanse and it hit me like a titan, yeah
I flew Delta and I flexed it like it’s private, yeah
How much you spent to take her out? I spend a grip on my bitch
Cause I got it, I got it
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I got it, yeah, yeah, yeah, I got it
Don’t trip, I got it, yeah, yeah, yeah
Vic Mensa:
(Pour some, my young niggas is zombies)
I looked up with Quentin at the Tidal show, I know he got me
You bet my ‘gera you a jack-ass
They know not to try me
I can tell by what they rockin’ that they pocket-watchin’
I think he shop at Buffalo Exchange, that’s not Armani
Houston we have a problem, man niggas rocket-launchin’
I think they contemplating stoppin’, that is not a option
Drinkin Tequila old-fashioned with my new bitch
Ayye, shout to my Uncle Frank
Stella, I got my groove back
Tell me who’s the goat, I’m really lampin’ in that lambo
I don’t wear Bape no more, I’m in the cut like I wear camo
This white girl with me, she got lips like Little Black Sambo
You mad in movie clips, right now I feel like fucking rambo
Ayye, Zoe Kravits, let her know I just might shoot the club up
Ayye, hol’ up, wait
Let’s have a baby girl, I’ll lose the rubber
Ayye, hol’ up, wait
SSX, tricky flex maneuvers
I’m leanin’ like I’m jason off a half of Freddy Krueger
Half a zombie, I got white bitches like Abercrombie
Popped the vyvanse and it hit me like a titan, yeah
I flew Delta and I flexed it like it’s private, yeah
How much you spent to take her out? I spend a grip on my bitch
Cause I got it, I got it
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I got it, yeah, yeah, yeah, I got it
Don’t trip, I got it
