Big Shrimp - Flatbush Zombies

On my side and I’m walkin' with a limp, limp

Lotta red wine and some big shrimp

Uh, with a limp, limp

Yeah, uh, yeah

Pistol on my side and I’m walkin' with a limp, limp

I just had a lotta red wine and some big shrimp

Let me use my credit card on your baby (ching ching)

Used to sip, sip 'til my homie died of that shit

I’m really lit, lit, so I Cuban link my Cuban bitch

Blue note bitch, shit, no bitches on my wrist

Crazy talkin' dirty, pussy pussypussypurrin' when I hit, hit

I kept on my jewelry 'cause I still don’t trust this bitch, bitch

Soul my soul for 40, man, for cheaper, that’s a fifth, fifth

Ole English, Hennessey, watch me mix, mix (drink up bitch)

Roll Gelato in Pronto then dickmatize a bitch, bitch

Her legs don’t work no more, had to crawl up out the crib, crib

Acid in the fridge, shit, baby, I maybe wildin'

My diamonds hit like… stay fly-y-y-y-y-y

That triple 6−6-6, figures, big chips

I’m always like Martin, and keep talkin' darling, you the shit, shit

All this gas I’m goin', all this loud I’m blowin'

All these bitches showin', all these niggas bluffin'

This shit here fire, this shit a riot

I need that bitch with thighs, her pussy sweet as pie

You callin' my dawg a liar, I’m back to back like Aubrey

Your girl, she like to party, this 'cid, this ain’t no molly

Noooo, this 'cid, this ain’t no molly

Nooo-whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah

Said I do it better, them Margielas, cost a grip, grip

Pants is Valentino, Waikikin' with my mistress

I’m the type of nigga smoke a spliff inside a moshpit

Purple drink and lean ain’t the same, they say that shit is toxic

Kirkie made the beat, now you see, that’s a plot twist

Hoppin' plane to plane, forgot to set my watch to tick, tick

I don’t have them diamonds but I’m shinin' in this bitch, bitch

When you run your list, that’s how you get, get your shit, shit

I don’t take the risk, I count my money on my roof and shit

Sweet and sours, scream and holler, make you lose your tooth and shit

I know it’s been a long time comin', we got hits, hits

Addiction by subtraction, 'bout that action, not the risk, risk, bitch

Call me Chun-Li, we 'bout our kicks, kicks

This sherm and gelato smell like the best bitch

Really ahead of my time, thank God I ain’t reach my prime

Open your mind, only a day, one day at a time

Run it up, double up, flippin' what?

Don’t stop now

Count it up, slap a what?

Get the bucks, don’t stop now

This we smoke, no coffin, got a leather vest with Steve Austin

I move the base like a forklift, it’s a Zombie thing, we some bosses

All this gas I’m goin', all this loud I’m blowin'

All these bitches showin', all these niggas bluffin'

This shit here fire, this shit a riot

I need that bitch with thighs, her pussy sweet as pie

You callin' my dawg a liar, I’m back to back like Aubrey

Your girl, she like to party, this 'cid, this ain’t no molly

Noooo, this 'cid, this ain’t no molly

Nooo-whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, woah, woah, ohh

Yeah, yeah

Um, yeah

Yeah, yeah, woah, yeah, yeah, oh

Woah, woah