Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Zombie , by - Aitch. Song from the album Polaris, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 28.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: NQ
Song language: English
Zombie |
| Pull it back I make it clap |
| Fucking up the map |
| Got me fillin up the MAC |
| Shit the studio my trap |
| Fiends knocking at my door, always tryna get a pack |
| But you can’t hear me rap if you ain’t tryna spend some racks |
| Feeling zombie from the cold, zombie from the yak |
| I forgot my past yeah I can barely hold a chat |
| Likkle man you lying pop shit, my contacts full of cats |
| They don’t ask me how I’m doing they’re just on man for a track (Pussy's) |
| Rest in Peace to set man cause they’re dead to me |
| Ask me for a bring in but don’t check for me |
| Now man are in my DM’s tryna lecture me bout how they can’t see me in the Vex |
| with me |
| Coming from a place where you get one shot |
| Make it out or you blast a one pop |
| Man start moving shady if it’s on top |
| Pray for all my brothers free my dons locked |
| Used to have a point to prove |
| Now I’m just a noisy yout |
| Tell your little bitch to give a 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 I make it clap |
| Fucking up the map |
| Got me fillin up the MAC |
| Shit the studio my trap |
| Fiends knocking at my door, always tryna get a pack |
| But you can’t hear me rap if you ain’t tryna spend some racks |
| Feeling zombie from the cold, zombie from the yak |
| I forgot my past yeah I can barely hold a chat |
| Likkle man you lying pop shit, my contacts full of cats |
| They don’t ask me how I’m doing they’re just on man for a track (Pussy's) |
| 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 AF1's |
| Said the cookies got me stinking up in Saint Laurent |
| Swear they hate me on the day because the papers long |
| But prick you’re paying me my wages when you play the songs |
| Take a flight I’m going out of the estates |
| Just landed in LA with 50 thousand in my case |
| Man had to catch the hands for getting rowdy in my face |
| Now I’m a bigger man I just get out and walk away |
| Pull it back I make it clap |
| Fucking up the map |
| Got me fillin up the MAC |
| Shit the studio my trap |
| Fiends knocking at my door, always tryna get a pack |
| But you can’t hear me rap if you ain’t tryna spend some racks |
| Feeling zombie from the cold, zombie from the yak |
| I forgot my past yeah I can barely hold a chat |
| Likkle man you lying pop shit, my contacts full of cats |
| They don’t ask me how I’m doing they’re just on man for a track (Pussy's) |