Lyrics Zombie - Zay feat. Tokyo SeVen

Ice on my neck and my wrist stay frosty
Choppa in my pants I walk like a zombie
Stick in the whip for them niggas tryna cross me
Slick with the shit like the head of young Cosby
Old me died, new me made it graphic
Money real long made it stretch like elastic
I done blew up now I'm feeling fantastic
Niggas need labels like they all made of plastic
Ice on my neck and my wrist stay frosty
Choppa in my pants I walk like a zombie
Stick in the whip for them niggas tryna cross me
Slick with the shit like the head of young Cosby
Old me died, new me made it graphic
Money real long made it stretch like elastic
I done blew up now I'm feeling fantastic
Niggas need labels like they all made of plastic

I got my diamonds right out of the freezer
Cold ass lil nigga, I'm feeling like Frieza
Stackin' my bricks like the Pyramid of Giza
Say that you ballin but we don't believe ya
I do not speak nigga I let my money talk
Stick on my hip making me do the zombie walk
I'm on my grind like my nickname was Tony Hawk
My time is money and nigga, I'm on the clock
Shoutout to niggas who said I was wack
Now they all fans that be riding my sack
DMS that say that they loving my shit
Askin' if I could just follow em' back
Fuck all the bullshit you thinkin' I owe
Made it myself, no you ain't help me grow
This is my cadence, my words, and my flow
Kickin you fake niggas straight to the door

Ice on my neck and my wrist stay frosty
Choppa in my pants I walk like a zombie
Stick in the whip for them niggas tryna cross me
Slick with the shit like the head of young Cosby
Old me died, new me made it graphic
Money real long made it stretch like elastic
I done blew up now I'm feeling fantastic
Niggas need labels like they all made of plastic
Ice on my neck and my wrist stay frosty
Choppa in my pants I walk like a zombie
Stick in the whip for them niggas tryna cross me
Slick with the shit like the head of young Cosby
Old me died, new me made it graphic
Money real long made it stretch like elastic
I done blew up now I'm feeling fantastic
Niggas need labels like they all made of plastic

Ski mask with a suit walking in like Slenderman
Niggas get to bucking when they see me, enderman
Louis V, know the drip ain't new to me
She just want some Prada jeans told that bih get off of me, yeah
Fuck her up
Baby Keem I buss her up
Twenty-two shots, send them up to the sky
I keep that pressure when pressured
I put the body wherever
I feel like Joker, Heath Ledger
He blind to deaf like he Keller, yeah
Ice on my wrist got baguettes in my teeth
Walk with the V got the K on me
Shawty in love gotta say sorry
Ou, nah nah nah nah
Not sorry
VVS, Diamonds yeah they shining like it's solar flare
CVS, looking for the Percy's then I'm out of here
RPG, blowing up like TNT
RIP my enemies
Know them niggas really envy me, yeah

Ice on my neck and my wrist stay frosty
Choppa in my pants I walk like a zombie
Stick in the whip for them niggas tryna cross me
Slick with the shit like the head of young Cosby
Old me died, new me made it graphic
Money real long made it stretch like elastic
I done blew up now I'm feeling fantastic
Niggas need labels like they all made of plastic