Wockhardt Zombie Songtext

I don't discriminate if you ain’t in these streets, then yeah you fine (Yeah, you good)

Nigga, it's Mr. Disrespectful
And I don't give a fuck who you is, nigga I will disrespect you
Nigga, it's Mr Disrespectful
Buddy and the Fro and thе Rizzy and the Snipe

Just go check thе news, we got the city turnt right now
My pockets filled with blues, I'm out the city sellin' pounds
I keep a smile on my face, but I got pain in me
And Dah was loafin', wish he would've had that flame with 'em
The opps felt that shit too, it's part of the game nigga
And I smoke Buddy out the pound, it's like my favorite habit (Out the motherfuckin' pound)
I touched my first dime, then I fell in love with trappin'
Uh, uh, it's Mr Disrespectful (Wham, wham)

Bitch I'm a wockhardt zombie, bitch I'm blessed like I just sneezed
Bitch I'm whammin' off the E's, don't get me T'd, bitch I'm rollin'
Brodie, he just dissed the dead, he just be trollin'
But when that pack touch down, yeah he be loaded, get them bowls in Is you gon' slide or provide? What's your kind?
I don't discriminate if you ain't in these streets, then yeah you fine (Yeah, you good)