Zombie

[Intro]
(Woah, Kenny)

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
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