Lirik Lagu IVL Kappa - Zombiez (feat. Lyon & L-ANSA).
Hook:
Me and my gang creepin' through the night
Yea we zombies boy we really come to life
Comin’ through the cut with a knife
Smokin' loud gas got me feelin' right
IVL Kappa:
Choppa with a beam and it aimed at yo nose
Gucci where i’m buying my clothes
Run it up with my woes
Count it up with my hoes
Hide the key under the mat
4 bag full full of pack
.40 layin on my lap
4 bitch i might clap
Piss me off i'll snap back
I'll snap back
4 bitch i might clap
.40 layin on my lap
4 bag full full of pack
Piss me off I'll snap back
I'll snap back
Hook:
Me and my gang creepin' through the night
Yea we zombies boy we really come to life
Comin' through the cut with a knife
Smokin' loud gas got me feelin’ right
L-ANSA:
They don’t wanna hear my spit conscious
They wanna leave me here unconscious
With my arms chopped off, body parts gone
Buried alive like a zombie
Man They wanna see me drop dead
And They wanna keep me boxed in
Got em snakes fucking salty
When they saw that my squad solid (aye!)
They hate me cause they like my shit
This beat slap like boxing
What I'm saying is that life’s a bitch
And I fist her like rocky
She gone ride me like a Fiscer
I ain't riding no fucking wave
I'm the first of my breed
Giving everybody like smoke nicotine (aye!)
Till it's hurts when I breathe (aye!)
No popping pillies for me (no)
Too busy Killing the beat, (killin it)
Name one teen on the whole motherfucking SoundCloud who is realer than me (realer then me)
I don’t need a burner for me (no)
To mufuckin murder the game
Lyrical on some hype shit
This white kids larry bird with the range
(bang!)
Hook:
Me and my gang creepin' through the night, (bang bang!)
Yea we zombies boy we really come to life
Comin' through the cut with a knife
Smokin' loud gas got me feelin' right
Lyon:
Got me feeling right
Got me feeling right
Y'all won't give me light
They won't give light
Demons in my life
Demons in my life
Demons in my life
They won't give me light
I'm definitely keepin it them comin
I fuck with a bitch and she love me no lovin'
I fuck with the numbers they leaving me numbing
Im turning a good bitch to sucking and fucking
I keep seeing ghosts
My demons are hoes
I'm drippin in sauce
Hop out the house
I'm flyer than nasa
They wanna get me locked up