[Intro]

Okay, okay, you wanna talk shit? I'm flattered nigga

Did I make my own shit nigga?

You questioning my craft nigga?

Oh, okay, okay bitch I got something for your ass nigga, I fuck your bitch nigga

Maybe I did, maybe I didn't nigga, maybe we'll never know motherfucker

Hmm, that don't fuck with your head lil' bitch, huh?

Yeah, if a nigga [?] on this shit, nigga, huh?

Yeah, you a bitch nigga too

Fuck that nigga, motherfucker, can't fuck with my shit, gon' fuck yo' shit, okay, so nigga [?] ain't got no cool, about you, nigga

Cross that line though, nigga, cross that line nigga, don't do it, please don't do it

Cross that fucking line your bitch ass don't do it

Watch nigga I ain't playin' with you

[Verse 1: zombAe]

Bag in both hands like I'm Brian Pomper

I'mma have to shoot him I ain't got a jumper

Okay so you know I had to bring the thunder

And the Uzi remix you like it's Oh Wonder (never know motherfucker, hm?)

Like (ooh, ooh, ooh)

She ain't gon' get over it

I'mma have to go and make him lean and put the shoulder in

Aladdin, I'm poor, but they all lookin' like a sultan and

It cold like Minnesota think your nose got hella snow up in it

That's the spot

And I'm looking for some girls that ain't got no twats

Need a bitch to ride my horse like Lancelot

Fuck the rules, she bend it over, she Joan of Arc (never know motherfucker, hm?)

[?], uh

Leave that nigga forever, uh

[?] birds of a feather, uh

Let's get this one together, yeah

You gon' see the blast, uh

This gon' be one of them wrapped-up, [?], uh

That's [?] my ass, yeah

[Chorus: zombAe]

Tension

You can feel it in your bones, bitch

Tension

When you need to let it go, nigga

Tension

You best open up your door

Know your ass is gonna drop

When it gets hit to the floor

Tension

Nigga move like you gon' die

Tension

Better not see you involved

Yeah, tension

You best knock out your false eye

Tension

This is my space and my time

[Verse 2: doin' fine]

Punches he’s about to make him say “Ahh” like Nelly

Got Tension

And all of my boys got world class pussy like Nerry

I need top top top top top, EternaLEnVy

I don’t see you mid fuckin’ rappers, I’m Terezi

Gun kick harder than a fuckin’ cassowary

I need top from a boy who looks like Venti

Make him hit the high notes like he General Levy

Hardest tranny on the mic, you other faggots ain’t comparin’

Need a scary bitch to give me spooky head

I need a movie kiss, it gets his coochie wet

I let the Uzi spit, it make a sushi dish

Him and Lucy F becomin’ newlyweds

Leave him in centennial where the burros are laughin’

And then I’m tryna hit your area like Tracy in Darwin

And if a pussy lovin’ Israel then I force him to cark it

We smokin’ pack at the burial because he wanna be martyr’d

It’s like a

[Chorus: zombAe]

Tension

You can feel it in your bones, bitch

Tension

When you need to let it go, nigga

Tension

You best open up your door

Know your ass is gonna drop

When it gets hit to the floor

Tension

Nigga move like you gon' die

Tension

Better not see you involved

Yeah, tension

You best knock out your false eye

Tension

This is my space and my time

Tension

[Verse 3: Charlotte Crosby]

Ayy

I be cleaning shit up because I am the maid

He won't talk to me nice so he gets the blade

I don't give a fuck about no beefs

And I don't care about no feuds

But when I see you in the streets

All you fuckers do is abuse

I am tactical as shit

That's what a maid's got to do

I’ve been sniping at the gods

You're picking low hanging fruit

There's blood on the dancefloor

A panic at the disco

There's gone be some fallout boy

When I get your info

Hit you with the k it be silent like a knife

When I’m on the track they be screamin' for their life

There ain't no light at the end of his tunnel

Boutta crash the ride, but it's his belt to buckle

Say you're mad at me but that's your bag to fumble

Try to make a play but you're not that subtle (you're not that subtle, you're not that subtle, you're not that subtle, you're not that subtle)

Giving the rich new holes like the ozone layer

I'ma have my reign in blood I’m like slayer

I got an automated clip just like my producer

And I would shoot that dude because he is a groomer

I’m smoking on that loud like a Rick Rubin master

I’m with Crash Blossoms Clique and we contribute to disaster

I'ma make you disappear W.D. Gaster

Whatever you can do we do it just faster

[Verse 4: ilysm]

If you say “Another day, another dollar.” I will rob you

I was walkin’ past American Eagle and caught you

I caught you? Your racks ain’t let you do what you want to?

Even if you was my fuckin’ child I would drop you

Damn, I just sold your tracks and made a fuckin’ rack ho

Big strap got me doin’ Max Payne slo-mo

They glass half full I’ll make ‘em cry over spilled milk

I clipped brodie twice I let that cartridge tilt (aww)

Shit I lost my wallet brodie, hand over yours

I got three boys posed up like Jack-O with they hands on the floor

When I walk up in this bitch, they don’t fuck with you no more?

Brodie say I’m pushin’ it? Can’t match my numbers on the boards? (ouu yeah!)

I don’t fuck with bitchin’ on a track (ouu yeah!)

I only talk that shit that get me racks (ouu yeah!)

All my shooters wearing sweaters made of cashmere

I ain’t workin’ retail but brodie put that cash here

(you know, this that, this is that, this, this is like a)

[Chorus: zombAe]

Tension

You can feel it in your bones, bitch

Tension

When you need to let it go, nigga

Tension

You best open up your door

Know your ass is gonna drop

When it gets hit to the floor

Tension

Nigga move like you gon' die

Tension

Better not see you involved

Yeah, tension

You best knock out your false eye

Tension

This is my space and my time

Tension, tension, tension, tension, tension, tension, tension, tension, tension, tension, tension, tension, tension, tension, tension, tension, tension

[Outro]

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