Big Shrimp lyrics

[Intro: Meechy Darko]
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

[Verse 1: Meechy Darko]
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 ya baby, drip, drip (Cha-ching)
Used to sip, sip 'til my homie died off that sh*t
I'm really lit, lit, so I Cuban link my Cuban b*tch
Blue nose pit, sh*t, no b*tches on my wrist
She talkin' dirty, pus*y pu-pu-purrin' when I hit, hit
I kept on my jewelry 'cause I still don't trust this b*tch, b*tch
Sold my soul and bought it back for cheaper, that's a flip, flip
Olde English, Hennessy, watch me mix, mix (Drink up b*tch)
Roll Gelato in Fronto, then di*kmatize a b*tch, b*tch
Her legs don't work no more, had her crawlin' out the crib, crib
Acid in the fridge, sh*t, Avianne be wildin'
My diamonds hit like {*censored*}, 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 sh*t, sh*t

[Chorus: Zombie Juice]
All this gas I'm blowin', all this loud I'm blowin'
All these b*tches showin', all these n*ggas bluffin'
This sh*t here fire, this sh*t a riot
I need that b*tch with thighs, her pus*y sweet as pie
You callin' my dawg a liar, I’m back to back like Aubrey
Your girl, she like the molly, this 'cid, this ain't no molly
Noooo, this 'cid, this ain't no molly
Nooo-whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2: Erick Arc Elliott]
Said I do it better, them Margielas, cost a grip, grip
Pants is Valentino, while kickin' with my mistress
I'm the type of n*gga smoke a spliff inside a moshpit
Purple drink and lean ain't the same, they say that sh*t is toxic
Kirkie made the beat, now you see, that 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 b*tch, b*tch
When you run your list, that's how you get, get your sh*t chipped, chipped
I don't take the risk, I count my money on my roof and sh*t
Sweet and sours, scream and holler, make you lose your tooth and sh*t
I know it's been a long time comin', we got hits, hits
Addiction by subtraction, 'bout that action, not the risk, risk, b*tch

[Verse 3: Zombie Juice]
Call me Chun-Li, peep how I kicks it
This sherbet gelato smell like the best, b*tch
Really ahead of my time, thank God I ain't reach my prime
Open your mind, owning the day, one day at a time
Run it up, double up, flippin' what? Don't stop now
Count it up, slab of 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

[Chorus: Zombie Juice]
All this gas I'm goin', all this loud I'm blowin'
All these b*tches showin', all these n*ggas bluffin'
This sh*t here fire, this sh*t a riot
I need that b*tch with thighs, her pus*y 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
[Outro: Zombie Juice]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, woah, woah, ohh
Yeah, yeah
Um, yeah
Yeah, yeah, woah, yeah, yeah, oh
Woah, woah