Flatbush Zombies – Vacation Lyrics ft Joey Badass

Vacation Lyrics by Flatbush Zombies ft. Joey Badass

[Intro – Meechy Darko]
Vacay!! Vacay!! Vacay!!

[Verse 1 – Erick Arc Elliott]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I don’t sweat her texts “texts” my life is a test “test”
Takes a little effort “effort” makes a lot of stress “stress”
Supposed to be this way who could lead the way
Them shades a couple Ks we don’t see the same
Do I need a name do we flee from fame
Now that’s a cold case and I see the same
You’re supposed to be the king let me see your wings
Spread the gospel goal and let freedom reign

[Hook/Chorus – Zombie Juice]
I swear they’re so amazing
I swear they’re so amazing
Yeah I feel like I’m on vacation
They wanna be me I ain’t dead yet, no
You wanna ride you need a spaceship
Eh baby don’t get impatient, no
Gotta hustle til you make enough
Yeah, I swear it’s so amazing

[Verse 2 – Joey Badass]
Crusing in my own lane, had to take the scenic route
My reality is what most you n—-s dream about
Fake n—-s only ride for you when they need the clout
They leave your a-s when you’re bleeding out
Look!
But blood thicker than water, that’s word to my daughter
This year is where I had to draw up all of my borders
I’m bossed up, I used to take their orders
They ain’t wanna pay attention, now they can’t afford us, yeah
I made a milli’ in the first quarter on the hush, yeah
Plus this my Jordan year, b—h I’m just warming up, yeah
I ain’t in a rush, that’s just my adrenaline flowing
I drop the top just so they can see the melanin glowing
Like f–k the cops, posted on the block like Giannis
I promise the call me Mr. Brooklyn’s Finest
I’m feeling like I’m Yeezy with the shutter shades
Can’t tell me nothing, in my stunting phase
Wait till all them hunnids made

[Verse 3 – Meechy Darko]
I just got back from Australia
Wilding out getting double my (?)
Zombie gang, gang, gang, can’t say a word
Who wanna bang, bang, bang, my pops Waynes cuz’
Got a blade on my tongue, dirty 9 on my side
Ratchet from over seas, mail order bride
I’m the s–t like my momma gave birth out her a—–e
Ammunition, wrapped around my body like Rambo
Shout out to my main chick, side chick, mistress, same s–t
Love you girl, just handle yo business
Got blood on my Fendi joggers, walking mix masked designer
I just wanna spend 4/20 with Rihanna
Throw her over my shoulder then bring her back to my island
Then put her legs over my head like a Hurricanrana
I’m prolly the realest n—a to climb out a v—-a “too real”
Now does that sound like a good vacation or am I wilding?

Vacation Lyrics by Flatbush Zombies ft. Joey Badass

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