Flatbush ZOMBiES – Monica lyrics

[Intro: Issa Gold & Erick the Architect]
You know the fuckin' vibes
You know the fuckin' vibes, nigga
We smokin' dope with Joey, shit
Nigga, you know the fucking vibes, pussy
Spliff vibes, yeah, I mean
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout my niggas?
You see the fuckin' vibes, man
We got boats out here, man (Yeah)
You see the fuckin' vibes, man (Oh, yeah)

[Verse 1: Erick the Architect]
Only rapper makin' beats since seventeen, my nigga
They thought FBZ was just Juice and Meech, my nigga
Never did it hurt my soul or self-esteem, my nigga
But that shit weak, my nigga, they still sleep, my nigga
Even from a wheelchair I rap with such ease, my nigga
Way better than rappers standin' on two feet, my nigga
Surgery right after tour, I feel elite, my nigga
Now I'm right back with the squad I'll never leave, my nigga
World tour, how we payin', while you leasin' my nigga?
Copped the crib before a chain, but I had reason, my nigga
Ain't no tattoos on my frame but my mark leaving, my nigga
You never see me, my nigga, my whole team is my niggas
Treatin' me like 222 has been my number, my nigga
That's two albums, self-produced, and yet they wonder, my nigga
Billboard toppin', independent, we still under, my nigga
You know my body, we just vibin' on the grind with my niggas

[Chorus: Tech N9ne]
Anybody want smoke? We got it (No-oh)
But if it's smoke from beef, you won't know who shot it (No-oh)
You know the vibes in this bitch, nobody tries to come hit
Got figures (Got figures), my niggas (My niggas)

[Verse 2: Zombie Juice]
You know the vibes, I'm a motherfuckin' king my nigga
Hate all you want, you never be me, my nigga
Woke up feelin' blessed 'cause I'm me, my nigga
Team supreme and the flow is just elite, my nigga
Smoked every strain before it hit the streets my nigga
Hair dyed before the SoundCloud scene my nigga
Before you blink, my nigga, I'm overseas, my nigga
And bitches fucked with me when I ain't have a thing, my nigga
These rappers lucky, better stay up in your lane, my nigga
Zombie Gang, my nigga, helped change the game, my nigga
Brought the flame when niggas hate it, our name got bigger
Independent, you chasin' checks and the fame, my nigga
Better yet, you chasin' bitches, you lame, my nigga
Hit up Eliantte, watch my diamonds sing, my nigga
From the 'Bush, made it out, do my thing, my nigga
No father, taught myself the motherfuckin' game, my nigga

[Chorus: Tech N9ne]
Anybody want smoke? We got it (No-oh)
But if it's smoke from beef, you won't know who shot it (No-oh)
You know the vibes in this bitch, nobody tries to come hit
Got figures (Got figures), my niggas (My niggas)

[Verse 3: Meechy Darko]
Look at us, we over here on album three, my nigga
Remember when this shit was just a dream, my nigga
They ain't believe, my nigga
They probably thought that shit wouldn't last a week, my nigga
Last laugh, ha-ha, I'm fuckin' weak, my nigga
Still here, seven years fuckin' deep, my nigga
Used to sell these t-shirts on the street, my nigga
Same tees, my nigga, made me a quarter milli' last week, my nigga
Remember me? My team supreme, my nigga
She 5'5", but her throat 6'3", my nigga
Don't see me for Xannies or that lean, my nigga
'Cause every night she fuck me to sleep, my nigga
Paranoia started fuckin' with my Z's, my nigga
This shit is deep, my nigga
To the point where I don't trust me, my nigga
Black magic, my speeches part seas, my nigga
Black casket, go ahead and sleep, my nigga
Count sheep, my nigga
Now you're six feet deep, my nigga
Never was my nigga, nigga

[Verse 4: Tech N9ne]
Carry the piece, my nigga, I'm finna release, my nigga
Because these social-media murderers talkin' beef, my nigga
I'm a beast, my nigga, I'm 'bout to teach my niggas
Through my anonymous link, I show up on your street my nigga
I'd rather be on herb, oil, and kief, my nigga
Than comin' off the throne tryna defeat my niggas
I'm a chief, my nigga, I can help you eat my nigga
So why when it come to me you scammin', plannin' deceit, my nigga? (Come on)
They comin' for me because I'm the one gettin' the dough (Fly spitter)
They actin' like back in the day I ain't used to be poor (Why bitter?)
So if they ever come up to me and trip on my show (My trigger)
Then let it blow (Die quicker), they're gonna know (My nigga)
Computer bangin' and shit, yo that's wuss, my nigga
Do that, but never ever come where crack's cooked, my nigga
You that shook my nigga, in fact, look my nigga
The gat pushed, stack kush with Flatbush, my nigga

[Outro: Tech N9ne]
Anybody want smoke? We got it