LYRICS: DC The Don – Zombieland

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LYRICS: DC The Don - Zombieland
LYRICS: DC The Don – Zombieland

DC The Don Zombieland Lyrics

Intro: DC The Don & Lil Uzi Vert

Tryna make it feel like less

Ooh, make you feel like less, ooh

That be Maaly Raw

Yeah

Verse 1

She just asked me, “What’s wrong, bae, is you vibin’?”, yeah

Keep this shit for real, is you lyin’? Yeah

Ray Allen shot, I’m hearin’ sirens, yeah

Ayy, started from the top, clean palette, yeah

Is you finna show him your talents? Yeah

Is you gon’ come out to Dallas? Yeah

Me and slime really miss you wildin’, yeah

Diggy got a whole lotta damage, yeah, yeah

Girl, this shit too real, I can’t manage, yeah

I feel like I’m jumping off a mountain, yeah

It been too many days I been countin’, yeah

I just pulled off to crash, baby, all them niggas be counterfeit

It’s just why I keep on stacking it, yeah

I keep thumbin’, keep thumbin’, on God, it’s 100, keep stackin’ it

Stuck in the wonderland, I feel like Alice in, yeah, yeah

I like the way that you move when you stackin’ it

She ain’t the way I been practicing abstinence

But I didn’t want your heart, I stole that on an accident

I got a double cup, I fill with Actavis

That Promethazine kickin’ my ass

I been up for three days and it’s sad, baby

I can’t give out no trust and it’s bad, baby

Pushin’ 150, I hope I don’t crash, baby

Chorus

We got some money, yeah (Yeah)

Ferragamo on me, yeah (Yeah)

And my new bitch clumsy, yeah (Yeah)

‘Cause she keep trippin’ on me, yeah (Yeah)

And I’m movin’ like a zombie, yeah (Yeah)

Pink flowers, Murakami, yeah (Yeah)

And she try to treat me like a dummy, yeah

Shit was all good last week, now this shit so ugly

Verse 2

Free the motherfuckin’ guys, all the ones that’s convicted

‘Cause I know you tryna go but you still can’t get it

If you came where I’m from you know this shit get wicked

Built a house in my head and she still livin’ in it

‘Cause a nigga like me can say I don’t visit, a nigga like me pretend to go missing

Why the fuck you keep on saying you wish it went different?

You said “There’s more fish in the sea”, I went fishin’

I pull off in a whole ‘nother city, create distance

Can never find a nigga like me, a big difference

I put my headphones on max I can’t listen

You said I’m so narcissistic, who isn’t?

If I didn’t do everything, then who did it?

I’m trippin’ ’bout everything, but who didn’t?

And all this shit that I did, I swear, it gets worse

And the only advise I got is don’t give it

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Chorus

We got some money, yeah (Yeah)

Ferragamo on me, yeah (Yeah)

And my bitch so clumsy, yeah (Yeah)

‘Cause she keep trippin’ on me, yeah (Yeah)

And I’m movin’ like a zombie, yeah (Yeah)

Pink flowers, Murakami, yeah (Yeah)

And she try to treat me like a dummy, yeah

And she tryna treat me like a-tryna treat me like a—, yeah

Verse 3

I’ma fuck it up, fuck it up, three times for the niggas back home that ignore me, yeah

Said it’s up and it’s stuck but your ass ain’t up, girl, them niggas so corny, yeah

I keep pourin’, I pour ’bout a liter

We keep swervin’, I’m spinnin’, repeater, no, no, no, no

Walk out the crib with Alyx on my underclothes

Got a baby Draco, I’m seeing with a 100 rolls

Bet them pussy ass niggas gon’ hate, I ain’t one of those

Maybe it’s ’cause, Lil Donny off of the grid, I went somewhere he wanna go

While you countin’ duds, I’m countin’ blue strips it look like I just came out of honor roll (Woah-oah)

You been wasting my time on the low, so it’s peace and I gotta go

I delete them pictures, get that shit out my gallery, yeah, gone

Grab that shit, get deep

Leave you dead, underground, six feet

All that shit you been doin’, I peep it, baby, keep that energy when I delete

See I keep that .30 on me when I creep, I keep dirty, dirty just to sleep

I’m in Zombie Land, I stay up to [?]

See I get high so I just feel like I it’s less problems, baby

Walk around like I got less problems, baby

Crash the whip now I got less throttle, baby

In my head I’m at the very bottom, baby

Walk in blood now I got red bottoms, baby

Smash my phone now I got less drama, baby

Spend my cake now I got less commas, baby

Can you stay up out my face, baby?

Ima- I’ma turn up outer space baby mama (Woah-oah)

Skrrt skrrt, I’ma crash and hit the brakes baby mama

Fuck it, I’ma blow the place baby mama (Woah-oah)

In a Jag’, I did the race baby mama

Like, yeah, I came with my choppa, full left, with that bitch right on E

So watch how you move cause I swear all I wanted was peace

Chorus

We got some money, yeah

Ferragamo on me, yeah (Yeah)

And my bitch so clumsy, yeah

‘Cause she keep trippin’ on me, yeah

And I’m movin’ like a zombie, yeah

Pink flowers, Murakami, yeah

And you try to treat me like a dummy, yeah

Shit was all good last week, now this shit so ugly, yeah

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