dual

[Intro]
Huh, Yuh, Yeah, Yeah, Yuh
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-nuh
(It’s time to [?], go into the apartment- devolx3)

[Verse 1: zombAe]
They just think ‘bout my world where you can’t go when you step inside planes walkin’ with the fuckin’ [?]
I’m feeling like fuckin’ runnin’ nine
I know that ain’t what you call that
But you know that I’m always ahead of time
Tryna be scary, but you always do, yeah nigga you just R.L. Stine
“I just turned this shit into a horsey”
Boy fell off, I started this in quarantine
Got a whole sea behind you, but you still ain’t glowin’ up
Boy, you got enough friends, they need answers, cause you’re not cold enough

[Verse 2: zombAe, doin’ fine]
Fuck that beat, you won’t noticed I sobered up
How the fuck you rappin’ nobody quote your stuff
How the fuck you rappin’, you cop and plea
Recording your diss track and sent it to me
You got the response cause you know that I kill this shit
I know you niggas ain’t really, you ain’t feeling shit
[?] know you niggas ain’t never seen Benjamins?
[?] no wonder this bitch to me-

[Verse 3: zombAe, doin’ fine]
You wanna talk shit right now? Better tag us
Gag a niggas riding on a skirt he get scratched up
I don’t think anybody better than my [?]
Run into your river until I’m dripping, I’m like a trash dump, If i don’t got a beat, then I’m gonna have to spit out my [?] jumps (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I ain’t got no time for your shit, because all the bags come, niggas wondering how I got buzzed, and nigga just rap-dump, Broke down in ISIS, and [?] that I rapped up (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: zombAe & doin’ fine]
Niggas be such fools when they choose, yeah, to duel me
With the winning raps, twenty [?] could duel me
Dealin’ with the duo, that’s the two of us, it’s a duel, see
Feeling good to all the duets, cause you afraid to duel

[ [?]: zombAe, doin’ fine]
I got two bricks, got two
I got two, oh, uh, two
I just killed you, uh, duel
It’s a duel, two
It’s a duel, doublin’ doublin’ double-
It’s a duel, doublin’ doublin’ double-
Don’t wanna duel?

[ Verse 4: doin’ fine]
I know a good look is so sick, right?
If you think your fuck the [?], pussified
[?] heads clashing with eachother, it’s a bitch fight
Carved out my own fucking lane, just hitch-hike
Play me, bet you don’t know I CB with yo’ bitch, right?
Shawty gets clapping, right, with no switch light
Light switch, light get dust on my wrist, bright
Bet you know what happens when the tools of the lip-tied bitch quiet

[ [?]: zombAe, doin’ fine]
You see me walking in the building
SoundCloud is the [?], ooh
All I see is my children
I can’t trust a rapper
What [?] danger, running round [?]
Speak out, in Paris
I’m stayin’ in the Hilton

Wait, what?
I look just like Paris Hilton
Lips good, face good
Hair and fit
-Basilica

You look like a monster, (RAH)
They should call you Milton
I can’t find a hater, cause I already killed ‘em

Huh
Big money crew, huh
Cashing on you, huh
[?] to my ‘buse, uh
They don’t got a clue, huh
(Fuck on your money-)

[Outro: doin’ fine]
Fuck on your bitch with the money in hand
Fuck on your bitch with the money in hand
Fuck on your bitch with the money in hand
(Fuck on your bitch with the money in hand)
(Fuck on your bitch with the money in hand)
(Fuck on your bitch with the money in hand)
(Fuck on your bitch with the money in hand)