Lyrics dirty elevator music - Flatbush Zombies

You know what I mean?
Like I told the nigga, I'm like, "Yo, you know my body, my nigga, ha
I don't know what you talkin' 'bout
But you know how I get down, baby
Don't be tryna talk crazy over here"
I got the whole world on my hands now
Attitude, fuck it, like I'm caught with my pants down
You pussy, and I always been the dawg
Most of the game are rookies, you know that we came to ball
Sooner you bring it to me, the sooner we ship it off
Hennessy and bad decisions, makin' millions off a song
With this bad lotto (word), my motto, drive and swerve potholes
Numbers don't lie when on my side, capo
I got an energy problem, no, I got an enemy problem
No, I got a Hennessy problem, paranoia's gettin' me probably
Opposite of kamikaze, papi, your shit never dropping, stop it
Tight body, nothing sloppy but her toppy, zombie gang, gang-gang
Body rotten, Gucci sweats while casket shopping
I'm possessed, the acid dropper, never lying
Ho, I'm designed to rhyme, the grimy moves is what I'm inclined to do
I'm sorry silly rhymer, your highness don't need no kind of boost
This is highly ignitable, riot inciting, frying my mind
Body with chemicals why? Try it's all in your mind
Red-eye flights, I'm goin' in raw, so let's roll the dice
Do you wan' hear a thing? Take your life for likes, I'm trife, I'm quite nice
Precise with knife, slice and dice
Inhale, exhale, close one eye then snipe
Beware, these here are the tales of the darkside
Nobody gets out alive (nobody)
Ask why Satan cried when I was baptized
All I got is my balls, my word, my pride, her head fire
Ghost Rider, just Meech no help, no writer, no sire
Pussyboy, eat fire, Flatbush, Eastsider
I got the whole world on my hands now
Attitude, fuck it, like I'm caught with my pants down
You pussy, and I always been the dawg
Most of the game are rookies, you know that we came to ball
Sooner you bring it to me, the sooner we ship it off
Hennessy and bad decisions, makin' millions off a song
With this bad lotto, my motto, drive and swerve potholes
Numbers don't lie when on my side, capo (hahaha)
Yeah
Dirty as Jersey, no disrespect to Reggie the Noble
Repeatedly hittin' your whip until it's been totaled
Please, lady, no photos, I'm hardly sober
My omens have only told me to focus on every quote
And expose every single soul with the motives of takin' over this globe
Takin' over the road, on the dough with my bros
I'm bowling with pins of woes, more than convinced I'm old
Wisdom infinite fold, my window is tinted, closed
These niggas is gimmicks, so I hit 'em like Riddick Bowe
I'm driven to pay the toll, you niggas is paper plush
You fuckin' with angel dust (woo), we can't be fucked with
It's nothin' to niggas, no discussion, I crushed 'em
Sweet as custard, apply the pressure, the messier, the dossier
Closure when the Yankees play they closers (uh-uh)
Can't you see me? 3D, Tesla memory
Here's the melody, eat your shit, human centipede
I got the whole world on my hands now (brrt)
Attitude, fuck it, like I'm caught with my pants down (what?)
You pussy, and I always been the dawg
Most of the game are rookies, you know that we came to ball
Sooner you bring it to me, the sooner we ship it off
Hennessy and bad decisions, makin' millions off a song
With this bad lotto, my motto, drive and swerve potholes
Numbers don't lie when on my side, capo (hahaha)
See I learned a new word today, nigga; triskaidekaphobia
An extreme superstition regarding the number thirteen
That's why a nigga don't be havin' 13th floor on the, anyway
Most project buildings don't really get past 13th floor anyway
So it don't really matter
What's poppin', blood? You good, you good?
You quit the 13th floor for me?
Ayo, 13th floor
Alright, 11th floor