Lyrics
Aha shut up bitch I got a problem it's the snakes in the cut
Zombies breaking in boy I don't give a fuck
Red dots on your head so you gun get shot up
Sending out them maydays so they know I'm fucked
If your mind being crazy put your head up on the track
If I see you talking once you ain't ever talking back
Got that forty on my hip and the sights all in the bag
If you gunning for the undead then go and grab a mag
Zombies getting closer like boy I don't give a shit
Breaking down the barricades climbing on the walls
But I keep my mind steady I'm not ready for the fall
Swear this shit like round 10 it's impossible to beat but
Bitch I got a problem it's the snakes in the cut
Zombies breaking in boy I don't give a fuck
Red dots on your head so you gun get shot up
Sending out them maydays so they know I'm fucked
All these zombies got bloodlust
All my opps done turned to dust
All my hopes done turned to rust
All this pain feels like a gush
Commissions for my head I'll never die
They can aim for the head but I'll be fine
They can hit there shot but I won't flatline
I'll be fine swear I'll thrive make a milly fine dine
Feel alive we arrive to the grave yard tribe
Never die never die
Hope I make it past this road alive
Bitch I got a problem it's the snakes in the cut
Zombies breaking in boy I don't give a fuck
Red dots on your head so you gun get shot up
Sending out them maydays so they know I'm fucked
Flatlined at the start of this
Still want a hit it feels like a miss
Stole the ammunitions he's a bitch
Still not gonna be that rich
He's a snitch, still telling lies yah I'll never switch
Which which is which
Still going around with the perfect pitch
Still gonna scratch that itch
Still gonna stream live on twitch
Bro that was fucking fire
I'll be fine swear I'll thrive
Make a milly fine dine