ฟังเพลงZombie (Explicit)

Song: Zombie

Artist: Aitch

Lyrics: Aitch

Composed: Nils & Kenny Beats

(Woah, Kenny)

Pull it back and make it clap, fucking up the map

Got me fillin' up the MAC, shit, the studio my trap

Fiends knocking at the door, always tryna get a pack

But you can't hear me rap if you ain't tryna spend some racks (No way)

Feeling zombie from the pour, zombie from the 'yac

I forgot my past, shit, I can barely hold a chat

Likkle man, you lie and pop shit, my contacts full of cats

They don't ask me how I'm doing, they're just on man for a track

Pussies

Rest in peace to set man 'cause they're dead to me

Ask me for a bring in, but don't check for me (No way, woo)

Now man are in my DMs tryna lecture me

'Bout how they can't see me and they're vexed with me

Coming from a place where you get one shot

Make it out or you blast a one pop

Man start movin' shady if it's on top

Pray for all my brothers, free my dons locked, yeah

Used to have a point to prove, now I'm just a noisy yute

Tell your little bitch to give her boy the boot

Tryna make some money? Come and join the crew

If not, I'm avoiding you

Leave me be, just sit back and enjoy the view

Pull it back and make it clap, fucking up the map

Got me fillin' up the MAC, shit, the studio my trap

Fiends knocking at the door, always tryna get a pack

But you can't hear me rap if you ain't tryna spend some racks (No way)

Feeling zombie from the pour, zombie from the 'yac

I forgot my past, shit, I can barely hold a chat

Likkle man, you lie and pop shit, my contacts full of cats

They don't ask me how I'm doing, they're just on man for a track

Pussies

Back to work, I get it in, then I get out the gaff

Got business to attend and if I've not, I got a pound to splash

Face is bait, they know it's Aitch, so I go 'round the back

Linkin' up with bae, she make it clap, should hear the sound of that

Say they're on me, got me creasing like some AF1s

Said the Cookies got me stinking up in Saint Laurent

Swear they hate me on the daily 'cause the paper's long

But prick, you're paying me my wages when you play the songs

Take a flight, I'm goin' out United States (Yeah)

Just landed in LA with fifty thousand in my case (Guap)

Man had to catch the hands for gettin' rowdy in my face

Now I'm a bigger man, I just get out and walk away

Pull it back and make it clap, fucking up the map

Got me fillin' up the MAC, shit, the studio my trap

Fiends knocking at the door, always tryna get a pack

But you can't hear me rap if you ain't tryna spend some racks (No way)

Feeling zombie from the pour, zombie from the 'yac

I forgot my past, shit, I can barely hold a chat

Likkle man, you lie and pop shit, my contacts full of cats

They don't ask me how I'm doing, they're just on man for a track

Pussies