Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Inf/Beams, artist - Flatbush Zombies. Date of issue: 01.04.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Inf/Beams |
| Money can’t buy happiness, dummy, it is happiness |
| Trap house, got work in them kitchen cabinets |
| Weed in them tablets, codeine and aspirin |
| Basking in the ambience while I’m on the Ambien |
| Collider pins, gold mouth Meechy, million dollar grin |
| Mescaline, psychedelic, failing with the sentencing |
| For beating up the beat, and his tongue be his weaponry |
| Good aim, I’ll blow a nigga’s brain, J.F. Kennedy |
| Mind frame on the damn back seat of his Bentley |
| I’m hard to tame, that’s why I’m in leopard print every day |
| You ain’t 'bout that life, so it’s best you never try, dog |
| I ain’t scared of death, that’s 'cause I already died, dog |
| Blood still wet, cut the check and count them pies, dog |
| Motherfuck the Feds, dirty money we divide, dog |
| Blood still wet, cut the check and count them pies, dog |
| Freaky bitch with me, man — she’ll probably lick my eyeballs |
| Inf beams — you know, guns with the lazers |
| Couldn’t afford a silencer, so we use a potato |
| Inf beams — you know, guns with the lazers |
| Couldn’t afford a silencer, so we use a potato |
| Inf beams — you know, guns with the lazers |
| Couldn’t afford a silencer, so we use a potato |
| Inf beams — you know, guns with the lazers |
| Couldn’t afford a silencer, so we use a potato |
| Smokin' GDP, mixed with some Chocolope |
| Hash in the bowl, that super-duper stinky flow |
| Juicy be the name, gettin' brain, that’s a zombie’s fault |
| Flatbush nigga, Walking Dead, that’s a killer flow |
| Smith &Wesson, catchin' wreck in your confession |
| Want the safe, and the stash, and the ma’fuckin' weapons |
| Too much Hen, now Juice is goin' in |
| Off tops, fuck cops, we hot, you not |
| That’s why they honoring |
| I’ve only been around for a second, but I’m killin' it |
| Not rest for the wicked, niggas stay lifted, high-class livin' |
| Put the biscuit straight to your bitch lips |
| She gon' kiss it, I am pimpin' |
| My.44's my bulldog — my dog shoots niggas' ears off |
| My full mask and my AK — tear a nigga out his Chevrolet |
| My terrier’s my.22, just for the litte-ass bitch in you |
| Two shots for my niggas on the block |
| Said he feelin' myself, and I ain’t gotta see 'em hot |
| Outlaw, bumpin' Tupac… |
| Outlaw, bumpin' Tupac… |
| I am the one to follow, I am the role model |
| All my tips is hollow, all my clips extended |
| All my whips is polished, all my teeth is gold |
| All my bitches models |
| All in all I’m all for the onslaught of all of y’all |
| So all aboard everyone |
| Awful that I must perform a Holocaust |
| And offer off the souls of those to get a simple point across |
| A cross cannot deport ya from the torture or this scorcher |
| You will not refuse this offer |
| Sign the dotted line with blood, you will not refuse this offer |
| Sign the dotted line with blood, you will not refuse this offer |