Listen to New Phone, Who Dis? song with lyrics from Flatbush Zombies

New Phone, Who Dis?

Flatbush Zombies11 Mar 2016

New Phone, Who Dis? Lyrics

New Phone, Who Dis? - Flatbush Zombies

Not a good time unless I smoke mine

Too many drugs that make you go blind

Too many thugs that work for more crime

And my ni**a show love unless we get

Not a good time unless I smoke mine

Too many drugs that make you go blind

Too many thugs that work for more crime

And my ni**a show love unless we get violent

 

Wildin' this is for my niggas that smoke w**d

 

Live life by the day count the proceed

Blow it back blowin' cash in the oc

Miss the phone got it on looking closely

Only independent we don't need a co sign

Jah sh*t the bud make arms in no time

It's the fourth quarter at the baseline

Kissing your daughter mary jane high

Just the same guys you dunked on ni multiple times

Ultra dead minds

Zombie bait line don't hope it takes time

Enjoy the palm trees

We on vacation

Rang rang

 

Who that calling

The money or the fame

 

Sh*t ain't the same since we crept in the game

 

So I get high and try to maintain

 

My cell ain't

Rang rang

 

Who that calling

The money or the fame

 

Sh*t ain't the same since we stepped in the game

 

So I get high and try to maintain

 

Gloves on murder one homi'

 

Bill p looking for the prince like king joffrey2

Smoking moroccan hashies

With my slanted eye zombie mommy

 

Hennessy fill my body

 

These other rappers copy oops

I forgot to mention locusts in another dimension

 

Zombie gang be what I'm repping

P**sy so good I need seconds to step in

Two mac 11 s with twenty k on the necklace and a heckler kock

Bought this for the hecklers that be neck in cock

On a mission clearest vision

Views from the scope from my glock

Only high percentage shots

You with one eye like fetty wap

With my block flockas ash rott in flesh and money knots

Never trust these hoes I never did never will

 

I pop a tab and crack a seal

Zombie gang drugs kill

Never lied

If I did then let me fry

Futurama

And these jordans on my feet don't come out 'til next summer

Pretty grungy like nirvana

 

Kurt cobain is what she hollaing1

I dropped this dick inside her

Only f**k her if she legal

I don't break the law like tyga2

Unless it's moving lsd

Lean and shrooms and marijuana

 

If I ever pay for p**sy it was with counterfeit dollars

Ugly niggas still getting b**ches

I'm like the second shabba

Hit the trigger 'til my fingers blister

If I got a problem paint his top

Then it's robbing

I'm superficial and conscious

I'm a walking contradiction

 

I'ma burn in hell probably

But I'ma keep satan waiting

I am young fornacating

 

With women in every flavour

Eating p**sy with chop sticks

You know I love my asians

You would think usc who he play with

Trojan helmet on put her in the backstage

And then I hit the skinky in the bank

With the jason mask asking where the safe is

Catch me motorcycle black letterman

 

Saint laurent leopard print

I stampede any beat

Ni**a I ain't got no preference

I'm setting presedence while chasing presidents

My mic presence is heaven's sin

It's like I got an extra sense no censorship

I'm in my essence limitless no blemishes

My penmanship a urban

Always lead to swish

I roll and pick then blow and zip

You can blow my dick and eat my excrement

Smoke to death might loose my ears

 

Walking dead can't feel my tears

 

Fake love in disguise

 

I rep pew and get from here

I let my soul fly like fruits from our peers

 

I got some questions I got some w**d I got some acid

 

Needle point lsd

 

I got a bad b**ch we could set to feast

 

And if your eyes open there is still more to see

 

They try to tell me I was wrong

I'm still looking

Last night I spent a couple hours up in central booking

Only had a dub but I was trapping prostitution

 

W**d coca leaves percs and lsd

 

Two hundred for the pot

 

Add it up more for me

 

Thinking back I'm still here it's not we

 

Ripping shows and blowing cheese

 

Oh you love me soon we'll see

 

Palm trees and double d's

 

They want that old sh*t

 

Well f**k me

 

Rang rang

 

Who that calling

The money or the fame

 

Sh*t ain't the same since we crept in the game

 

So I get high and try to maintain

 

My cell ain't

Rang rang

 

Shine on these niggas

 

Glide on these niggas

Show these niggas what the business is ni**a

Zombie gang ni**a

 

Huh zombie gang ni**a

 

Half that ni**a

We living life ni**a

 

Ni**a stole the dead the way we living like so crazy man

So trill ni**a

 

 

Ay up top ni**a up top uh uh