Treon Don - Zombies
Nike, turn me up a lil bit
Yeah
Lil' bit louder
Yeah right there, right there
Yeah
Keep track of the money
These niggas owe me
They trap in the corner, lurking like zombies
Looking to haunt me
I'm checking my home, so much paranoia
Seeming anointed
These niggas are mad, they coming to hunt me
To harm me
They coming and running
Some of these niggas are clone
Wanna be me, they wanna be Don
Treon Don
Fuck with the wrong one
Look in my eyes, ya turning to stone
Gone
You're frozen alone
With no one to come, alone
Niggas be doing the most
I do your hoe and we getting along
Look at these niggas, they all hesitating
I talk my shit, I don't hold reservation
Some of u niggas are beefin' with ghosts
Ya beefin' with ya demons
Ya fuckin' with Satan
I just be smokin' on all the occasion
I just be choking on no ventilation
And I gotta bitty that's doing my braids and
Givin' me brains, we have no relation
Keep track of the money
These niggas owe me
They trap in the corner, lurking like zombies
Looking to haunt me
I'm checking my home, so much paranoia
Seeming anointed
These niggas are mad, they coming to hunt me
To harm me
They coming and running
Tracking my number
Can I get someone, to get me a 40
Can't let em' mop me
Holy lord, I need you come
Cuz shit getting muddy
We stackin' the money
But niggas be plotting to take it all from me
These niggas need judgement
They need to be punished
I need a ride, get me a Benz
I need a high, get me a xan
I wanna vibe, bring me ya friends
They wanna slide, they better spin
I wanna side, I wanna bit
I wanna fit, Yves Saint Lauren
Walk on the money. walkin' with timbs
Walking on hundreds, I don't got tens
Except for the twins
Lookin' like Tems
Fuckin' with dem, yah u know I hit it
Yeah, yeah
Smoking a zip, Wonderful life
You wanna try? Come in the ride
I'm with la guys, yah we got ties
Keepin' it tight, making our fries
Cookin' up right, never in sight
We making hype, deep in the night
Around five am
Keepin' it safe, fake friend
Needin' no breaks, stay spinning
Sick of the life, put you aside
Put you with dem
Off of the team
Yah you cannot take this life
You might be a fed
Keep track of the money
These niggas owe me
They trap in the corner, lurking like zombies
Looking to haunt me
I'm checking my home, so much paranoia
Seeming anointed
These niggas are mad, they coming to hunt me
To harm me
They coming and running
Tracking my number
Can I get someone, to get me a 40
Can't let em' mop me
Holy lord, I need you come
Cuz shit getting muddy
We stackin' the money
But niggas be plotting to take it all from me
These niggas need judgement
They need to be punished
Woah
I gotta slide for the flick, lil bitch
All the lil hoes wanna see the kid
Young don gone from the C, lil bitch
Got a lil a buzz on the B-list, bitch
All the lil funds, I don't need dead friends
I just want fame and the key, lil bitch
Treon the Don, yah I got me a trophy
I don't need hoes, I don't need me a homie
I did it solo, I did it alone
And Now I got shows, yah I'm pulling a load-skie
Kickin' ya top, yah we kickin' ya domey
Duckin' with niggas that gimme the promie
But I can't hang with a nigga that don't got a fan or a plan
The connection is pointless
I'm signing with labels, I'm waiting for Sony
Need me a deal like I'm Leona Lewis
I am not waiting for figures or niggas that tell you the game
Yah I don't need coachie
I order salmon, when I want me a sushi
Order Louis-V, I don't want me a Gucci
Order a baddy, when I need some coochie
Cuz Treon is trying to get back on the bullshit
I'm fuckin with twins they packing some Ms
Cuz I cannot fuck with a wallet that bends
I'm stackin' my sins, the devil akin
I'm spreadin' em' thin, I'm boutta' go in
Lil Baddy a gem, she rackin' a ten
She got a lil ass, invited a friend
I'm packin' a grin, while duckin' the lens
Cuz all of these niggas be up the business
I fuck with the braids, don't fuck with the twists
Can't fuck with the slums, I fuck with the Ritz
Stick in the mud, I'm stuck in a blitz
Cuz niggas be running a gun in the fence
I have so much fun when I'm in the mix
Are u niggas done? I'm making a list
For everyone said I wouldn't do it again
Ye Treon the don the story begins, Yeah
Keep track of the money
These niggas owe me
They trap in the corner, lurking like zombies
Zombie
Written by:
Rovert Domondo
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