DC The Don – Zombieland (Instrumental) (Prod. By Maaly Raw, Synthetic & Miss.U)

[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 pull off and 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 all hundreds, 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 hate 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
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, yeah
‘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 say 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 advice I got is don’t give it
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[Chorus]
We got some money, yeah
Ferragamo on me, 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 she try to treat me like a dummy, yeah
She keep 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 hundred 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
Girl 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 that dirty, dirty just to sleep
I’m in Zombie Land, I stay off the trees
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
Uh, 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 new bitch clumsy, yeah
‘Cause she keep trippin’ on me, yeah
And I’m movin’ like a zombie, yeah
Pink flowers, Murakami, yeah
And she try to treat me like a dummy, yeah
Shit was all good last week, now this shit so ugly, yeah