That kid Dillon - Zombie

Yeah, smokin' on it, money, money, money yeah, i want money, money, money
Yeah, i want money, yeah yeah, smokin’ on it, money, money, money
Yeah, smokin' on it, gas on the road yeah, tell that bitch to not make a sound
Money, not a life in my phone feelin' like i’m dead, but i'm not from the

Morgue yeah, i'm isolated, inside my bed room, i'm bout to soar
Yeah, i get out the road, yeah, i go to four yeah, i see her inside my bedroom
When i die, don't evеr put me in a tomb i'm a poltergeist, zombiе i come
Inside your room she don't love me, but i only love her when

I'm on the shrooms yeah, i see the devil marchin’ around with
Demons in my room yeah, i only see her love when i’m off of
The shrooms yeah, fast car, yeah, that bitch run fast
Run up on me, then we leave you in the past leave you bled and maxi-packed

Told you never just ask, really, it's just fuck my dad
Leave his ass up in the past, left me up up in the past sorry
Told him just to not to ask, we gon’ drive across just fast
Matter of fact, bitch, we hella cracked flippin' that bitch like eye down, flip it

Like a eye lash gonna get rich, i might get famous
Run up on me, then i'm gettin' my payments she givin’ brain, that bitch is brainless
Give me my brain, that bitch is brainless, yeah
We don't want no money, get her guns, get her bottle runs

We gon' hit her like a run, probably hit her from the front
Taught in on the ar, i ain't talk about a gun
Gun, bitch, huh, you better run, run
Dunkin' on these bitches, do it just for fun
Pussies, motherfuckers, they my son i got a glock, i ain't talk about guns
In the house, motherfucker, just run and that bitch lookin' fuckin' blunt
See my demons, i just run
I ain't talk about money, i ain't talk about a gun

I just want my money, wanna make it worth the money
Portugal, you saw me, bitch, i come inside your room
She don't love me, but i only love her when i'm off the show
Yeah, i see the devil marchin' around with demons in my room

Yeah, only see her love when i'm off of the show
Yeah, fast car, yeah, that bitch ride fast
Run up on me, then we livin' the past
Leave you bleedin' maxi packs, told you never just ask

Really, yeah, shit
Really, yeah, i'm really bad
Really, yeah, i'm really bad