Can't see his son shine like the four tops
Killed her like i'm special ops/
Im beating this fool like battle field to black ops
Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars
Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see
Teens turn to annoyed zombies and feast on the boys in abercrombie
We get the bread and the crumbs, young money
Got 2 vest and 2 techs with extra clips on me
Top dropped down, black on black
That moschino shit is so back
The race war, when it's us against all of them
Got enough blades for when the zombies come
You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them
Featherweight, zombies rose dead awake, they resonate 'em,
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