Flatbush Zombies - New Phone, Who Dis Lyrics






[Intro - Erick Arc Elliot:]
Not a good time unless I smoke mine
Too many drugs that make you go blind
Too many thugs that work for more crime
And my nigga show love, unless we get
Not a good time unless I smoke mine
Too many drugs that make you go blind
Too many thugs that work for more crime
And my nigga show love unless we get violent

[Verse 1 - Erick Arc Elliot:]
Wildin', this is for my niggas that smoke weed
Live life by the day, count the proceed
Blow it back, blowin' cash in the OC
Miss the phone, got it on, looking closely
Only independent, we don't need a co-sign
Jah shit, the bud make arms in no time
It's the fourth quarter at the baseline
Kissing your daughter, Mary Jane high
Just the same guys you dunked on NI multiple times
Ultra dead minds
Zombie bait line, don't hope it takes time
Enjoy the palm trees
We on vacation

[Hook - Meechy Darko:]
Rang, rang
Who that calling?
The money or the fame
Shit ain't the same since we crept in the game
So I get high and try to maintain
My celly
Rang, rang
Who that calling?
The money or the fame
Shit ain't the same since we stepped in the game
So I get high and try to maintain

[Verse 2 - Meechy Darko:]
Gloves on, murder one, homi'
They'll be looking for the prince, like King Joffrey
Smoking Moroccan hashies
With my slanted eye, zombie mommy
Hennessy fill my body
These other rappers copy, oops
I forgot to mention locusts in another dimension
Zombie gang, be what I'm repping
Pussy so good I need seconds to step in
Two Mac 11s with twenty K on the necklace and a Heckler Koch
Bought this for the hecklers that be neck in cock
On a mission, clearest vision
Views from the scope from my Glock
Only high percentage shots
You with one eye like Fetty Wap
With my block, flockas ash, rott in flesh and money knots
Never trust these hoes, I never did, never will
I pop a tab and crack a seal
Zombie gang, drugs kill
Never lied
If I did then let me fry
Futurama
And these Jordans on my feet don't come out 'til next summer
Pretty grungy like Nirvana
Kurt Cobain is what she hollaing
I dropped this dick inside her
Only fuck her if she legal
I don't break the law like Tyga
Unless it's moving LSD
Lean and shrooms and marijuana
If I ever pay for pussy it was with counterfeit dollars
Ugly niggas still getting bitches
I'm like the second Shabba
Hit the trigger 'til my fingers blister
If I got a problem, paint his top
Dennis Rodman
I'm superficial and conscious
I'm a walking contradiction
I'ma burn in hell probably
But I'ma keep Satan waiting
I ain't done fornicating
With women in every flavour
Eating pussy with chop sticks
You know I love my Asians
You would think, USC who he play with
Trojan helmet on, put her in the backstage
And then I hit the skinky in the back
With the Jason mask, asking where the safe is
Catch me motorcycle, black and gold Letterman
Saint Laurent, leopard print
I stampede any beat
Nigga I ain't got no preference
I'm setting presedence while chasing Presidents
My mic presence is heaven's scent
It's like I got an extra sense, no censorship
I'm in my essence, limitless, no blemishes
My penmanship, a urban [?]
Always lead to swish
I roll and pick, then blow a zip
You can blow my dick and eat my excrement

[Verse 3 - Zombie Juice:]
Smoke to death, might loose my ears
Walking dead, can't feel my tears
Fake love in disguise
I rep-pew and get from here
I let my soul fly like fruits from our peers
I got some questions, I got some weed, I got some acid
Needlepoint LSD
I got a bad bitch we could set to feast
And if your eyes open there is still more to see
They try to tell me I was wrong
I'm still looking
Last night I spent a couple hours up in central booking
Only had a dub but I was trapping prostitution
Weed, coca leaves, percs and LSD
Two hundred for the bottle
Add it up, more for me
Thinking back, I'm still here it's lovely
Ripping shows and blowing cheese
Oh, you love me? Soon we'll see
Palm trees and double D's
They want that old shit?
Well, fuck me

[Hook - Meechy Darko:]
Rang, rang
Who that calling?
The money or the fame
Shit ain't the same since we crept in the game
So I get high and try to maintain
My celly
Rang, rang

[Phone call:]
Shine on these niggas
Glide on these niggas
Show these niggas what the business is nigga
Zombie gang nigga
Huh? Zombie gang nigga
Half that nigga
We living life nigga
Nigga stole the dead the way we living like so crazy man
So trill nigga
Ay, up top nigga, up top, uh uh





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  1. B.... J....

    Bass is on point

  2. B.... ....

    I wish I had found them sooner, I love their music

  3. C.... B....

    That’s good Musik

  4. N.... G....

    That scene music in Hulk when Bruce Banners pops is killing his mom in the kitchen

  5. C.... T....

    They better than migos, no kap

  6. J.... S....

    Not a good time unless I smoke mine
    Too many drugs that make you go blind
    Too many thugs that work for more crime
    And my nigga show love, unless we get
    Not a good time unless I smoke mine
    Too many drugs that make you go blind
    Too many thugs that work for more crime
    And my nigga show love unless we get violent

    [Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliot]
    Wildin', this is for my niggas that smoke weed
    Live life by the day, count the proceed
    Blow it back, blowin' cash in the OZ
    Miss the phone, got it on, looking closely
    Only independent, we don't need a co-sign
    Jah shit, the bud make arms in no time
    It's the fourth quarter at the baseline
    Kissing your daughter, Mary Jane high
    Just the same guys Juice, Darko, and I remarkable times
    Ultra dead minds
    Zombie-Bape line, no harm it takes time
    Enjoy the palm trees
    We on vacation

    [Hook: Meechy Darko]
    Rang, rang
    Who that calling? The money or the fame
    Shit ain't the same since we crept in the game
    So I get high and try to maintain
    My celly rang, rang
    Who that calling? The money or the fame
    Shit ain't the same since we stepped in the game
    So I get high and try to maintain


    [Verse 2: Meechy Darko]
    Gloves on, murder one, homi'
    They'll be looking for the prince, like King Jaffe
    Smoking Moroccan hashish
    With my slanted eye, zombie mommy
    Hennessy fill my body
    These other rappers copy, oops
    I forgot to mention, wrote this in another dimension
    Zombie gang, be what I'm repping
    Pussy so good I need seconds to step in
    Two Mac 11s with twenty K on the necklace and a Heckler Koch
    Bought this for the hecklers that be neck in cock
    On a mission, clearest vision
    Views from the scope from my Glock
    Only high percentage shots
    You with one eye like Fetty Wap
    With my block, Flatbush Ave, rotten flesh and money knots
    Never trust these hoes, I never did, never will
    I pop a tab and crack a seal, zombie gang, drugs kill
    Never lied, if I did then let me fry - Futurama
    And these Jordans on my feet don't come out 'til next summer
    Pretty grungy like Nirvana
    Dirt Cobain is what she holla
    When I dropped this dick inside her
    Only fuck her if she legal, I don't break the laws like Tyga
    Unless it's moving LSD, lean and shrooms and marijuana
    If I ever pay for pussy it was with counterfeit dollars
    Ugly niggas still getting bitches
    I'm like the second Shabba
    Hit the trigger 'til my fingers blister
    If I got a problem, paint his top - Dennis Rodman
    I'm superficial and conscious
    I'm a walking contradiction
    I'ma burn in hell probably but I'ma keep Satan waiting
    I ain't done fornicating with women in every flavour
    Eating pussy with chop sticks
    You know I love my Asians
    You would think, USC who he play with
    Trojan helmet on, put her in the backspace
    And then I hit the escape key in the bank
    With the Jason mask, asking where the safe is
    Catch me motorcycle, black and gold Letterman
    Saint Laurent, leopard print
    I stampede any beat
    Nigga I ain't got no preference
    I'm setting precedents while chasing Presidents
    My mic presence is heaven sent
    It's like I got an extra sense, no censorship
    I'm in my essence, limitless, no blemishes
    My penmanship, a Erving J is jus' always leads to swish
    I roll and pick, then blow a zip
    You can blow my dick and eat my excrement


    [Verse 3: Zombie Juice]
    I smoke to death, might lose my ears
    Walking dead, can't feel my tears
    Fake love in disguise
    I repute those that get near
    I let my soul fly like fruits from our peers
    I got some questions, I got some weed, I got some acid
    Needlepoint LSD
    I got a bad bitch we could settle fees
    And if your eyes open there is still more to see
    They try to tell me I was wrong
    I'm still looking
    Last night I spent a couple hours up in Central Bookings
    Only had a dub but I was trapping prostitution
    Weed, coca leaves, percs and LSD
    Two hundred for the bottle
    Add it up, more for me
    Thinking back, I'm still here it's lovely
    Ripping shows and blowing cheese
    Oh, you love me? Soon we'll see
    Palm trees and double Ds
    They want that old shit?
    Well, fuck y'mean?

    [Hook: Meechy Darko]
    Rang, rang
    Who that calling? The money or the fame
    Shit ain't the same since we crept in the game
    So I get high and try to maintain
    My celly rang, rang

  7. D.... ....

    I'm so getting that eye tattooed below my neck in the centre or on the back of my neck

  8. S.... R....

    still slapping this with mad bass

  9. C.... M....

    Lookin for the prince like king joffrey

  10. G.... N....

    Eating pussy with chopsticks you know I love my Asian . Those Asian just squirted a whole lotta rice hearing this is all I am sayin.

  11. c.... ....

    2:30 "If I ever pay for pussy it was with counterfeit dollars" GOOD FUCKIN LORD

  12. H.... ....

    Needle point LSD!!

  13. I.... P....

    Saint Laurent Leopard Print!

  14. C.... M....

    It feels like this song is much longer than 5:30.

  15. R.... B....

    ROL! DASHNIKEY !!

  16. Y.... a....

    Meechy doesn’t sound like his artwork

  17. n.... m....

    Damn 940 mistakes disliked this

  18. J.... S....

    This is big, heavy, massive

  19. S.... ....

    man I ain't even smokin but I'm still feelin it when this song is playin

  20. M.... ....

    To Who ever disliked this song, your parents made yall by accident !!!

  21. a.... c....

    I’m on acid right now and stoned all at once and this song sounds so amazing holy shit

  22. L.... H....

    ❤🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

  23. s.... b....

    I forgot to mention wrote this in other demansion,,,,, my favourite part of the song

  24. N.... M....

    Odd thought... Gorillaz and Flatbush Zombies on a track...

  25. T.... S....

    on a mission carrot vision views from the scope of my glock

  26. P.... S....

    New life Who dis

  27. Z.... C....

    How does this not have 100m views?

  28. G.... A....

    I played this for my best friend and his head exploded...because Flatbush is on some ultra funky, next level, other dimension, outer limits, ultimate chill, alternate universe, psychedelic-hardcore hip-hop shit! Forever expanding minds from Brooklyn to Pluto and beyond...

  29. M.... ....

    "Never lied, if i did then let me fry, futurama" 🔥

  30. P.... R....

    Eating pussy with chopsticks

    You know i love my asians.

  31. B.... B....

    jason smith 3.4 million views on this song alone isnt big enough?

  32. d.... ....

    Yeahhh smoking Moroccan hachich

  33. Y.... ....

    Best song Pandora has ever showed me 🙌

  34. Y.... ....

    I literally sing this song in my head everyday, even out loud while i'm at work. Fire as fuck song 👌

  35. T.... H....

    Damn this shit still dank as fuck here in 2019 my man

  36. J.... P....

    Tripping acid and looking at this picture is wonderful

  37. D.... C....

    Evidently I'm old, because I don't get it.

  38. w.... t....

    Still better than migos

  39. b.... t....

    Rolled a joint in my gfs car. Smoking it rn on the way home and listening to this.

  40. T.... M....

    2019 anyone?

  41. S.... N....

    2019 still banging

  42. P.... H....

    what up weener

  43. m.... w....

    Lyrical geniuses honest taken for granted

  44. s.... ....

    Is that drugs kill or drug skill?😂

  45. c.... b....

    i like this

  46. L.... R....

    who made this beat ?

    L.... R....

    Lil Reject Not sure but Eric Arc Elliot from the trio raps and produces most of their own music

    L.... R....

    The Architect

  47. K.... S....

    Not a good time unless I smoke mine
    Too many drugs that make you go blind
    Too many thugs that work for more crime
    And my nigga show love, unless we get
    Not a good time unless I smoke mine
    Too many drugs that make you go blind
    Too many thugs that work for more crime
    And my nigga show love unless we get violent

    [Verse 1 - Erick Arc Elliot:]
    Wildin', this is for my niggas that smoke weed
    Live life by the day, count the proceed
    Blow it back, blowin' cash in the OC
    Miss the phone, got it on, looking closely
    Only independent, we don't need a co-sign
    Jah shit, the bud make arms in no time
    It's the fourth quarter at the baseline
    Kissing your daughter, Mary Jane high
    Just the same guys you dunked on NI multiple times
    Ultra dead minds
    Zombie bait line, don't hope it takes time
    Enjoy the palm trees
    We on vacation

    [Hook - Meechy Darko:]
    Rang, rang
    Who that calling?
    The money or the fame
    Shit ain't the same since we crept in the game
    So I get high and try to maintain
    My celly
    Rang, rang
    Who that calling?
    The money or the fame
    Shit ain't the same since we stepped in the game
    So I get high and try to maintain

    [Verse 2 - Meechy Darko:]
    Gloves on, murder one, homi'
    They'll be looking for the prince, like King Joffrey
    Smoking Moroccan hashies
    With my slanted eye, zombie mommy
    Hennessy fill my body
    These other rappers copy, oops
    I forgot to mention locusts in another dimension
    Zombie gang, be what I'm repping
    Pussy so good I need seconds to step in
    Two Mac 11s with twenty K on the necklace and a Heckler Koch
    Bought this for the hecklers that be neck in cock
    On a mission, clearest vision
    Views from the scope from my Glock
    Only high percentage shots
    You with one eye like Fetty Wap
    With my block, flockas ash, rott in flesh and money knots
    Never trust these hoes, I never did, never will
    I pop a tab and crack a seal
    Zombie gang, drugs kill
    Never lied
    If I did then let me fry
    Futurama
    And these Jordans on my feet don't come out 'til next summer
    Pretty grungy like Nirvana
    Kurt Cobain is what she hollaing
    I dropped this dick inside her
    Only fuck her if she legal
    I don't break the law like Tyga
    Unless it's moving LSD
    Lean and shrooms and marijuana
    If I ever pay for pussy it was with counterfeit dollars
    Ugly niggas still getting bitches
    I'm like the second Shabba
    Hit the trigger 'til my fingers blister
    If I got a problem, paint his top
    Dennis Rodman
    I'm superficial and conscious
    I'm a walking contradiction
    I'ma burn in hell probably
    But I'ma keep Satan waiting
    I ain't done fornicating
    With women in every flavour
    Eating pussy with chop sticks
    You know I love my Asians
    You would think, USC who he play with
    Trojan helmet on, put her in the backstage
    And then I hit the skinky in the back
    With the Jason mask, asking where the safe is
    Catch me motorcycle, black and gold Letterman
    Saint Laurent, leopard print
    I stampede any beat
    Nigga I ain't got no preference
    I'm setting presedence while chasing Presidents
    My mic presence is heaven's scent
    It's like I got an extra sense, no censorship
    I'm in my essence, limitless, no blemishes
    My penmanship, a urban [?]
    Always lead to swish
    I roll and pick, then blow a zip
    You can blow my dick and eat my excrement

    [Verse 3 - Zombie Juice:]
    Smoke to death, might loose my ears
    Walking dead, can't feel my tears
    Fake love in disguise
    I rep-pew and get from here
    I let my soul fly like fruits from our peers
    I got some questions, I got some weed, I got some acid
    Needlepoint LSD
    I got a bad bitch we could set to feast
    And if your eyes open there is still more to see
    They try to tell me I was wrong
    I'm still looking
    Last night I spent a couple hours up in central booking
    Only had a dub but I was trapping prostitution
    Weed, coca leaves, percs and LSD
    Two hundred for the bottle
    Add it up, more for me
    Thinking back, I'm still here it's lovely
    Ripping shows and blowing cheese
    Oh, you love me? Soon we'll see
    Palm trees and double D's
    They want that old shit?
    Well, fuck me

    [Hook - Meechy Darko:]
    Rang, rang
    Who that calling?
    The money or the fame
    Shit ain't the same since we crept in the game
    So I get high and try to maintain
    My celly
    Rang, rang

    [Phone call:]
    Shine on these niggas
    Glide on these niggas
    Show these niggas what the business is nigga
    Zombie gang nigga
    Huh? Zombie gang nigga
    Half that nigga
    We living life nigga
    Nigga stole the dead the way we living like so crazy man
    So trill nigga
    Ay, up top nigga, up top, uh uh

  48. A.... P....

    I can’t listen to migos ..... fuck migos ! FLATBUSH FOREVAAAAAAA

  49. B.... S....

    "ring ring, who that callin the money or the fame?"

  50. N.... M....

    rang rang, who dat calling? the money or the fame

  51. L.... ....

    I'll never forget how this album felt live

  52. s.... ....

    Drugs kill or drug skill?😂

  53. C.... O....

    Trippy. Real Trippy.

  54. J.... W....

    Will always support them old and new music! There skills are un- matched..flows on POINT!!! Fucking love em

  55. D.... R....

    they are all dope but juice is the best!

  56. P.... R....

    I never trust these hoes, never did, never will.

  57. K.... M....

    No Hollywood rapping shit here baby! If you chase the fame we ante built the same

  58. A.... H....

    Dope!!!

  59. T.... M....

    Fuck the 779 that disliked it

  60. K.... G....

    What the fuck. Just heard this on lexveldhuis twitch stream now on my 5th jam in a row. Good shit.

  61. D.... ....

    Waipu here we come

  62. O.... ....

    I have been listening to Flatbush Zombies for months and only just now realized they're not called the Flatbrush Zombies

  63. b.... b....

    listen through a sub! insanity

  64. I.... w....

    sash sda bol ichmeer baigaa yum

  65. �.... ....

    aids the musical

  66. s.... ....

    I was looking for that Yo Gotti song but this shit smooth

  67. D.... ....

    I always think of space when I hear this. Feel like I'm traveling in time through space. Lol

  68. D.... ....

    Love the creepy vibe this song give me.

  69. S.... M....

    sounds like asap ferg? or its just me

  70. J.... E....

    I get high to try and maintain , ,my celly ring ring .

  71. A.... T....

    THIS IS MY 2018 THEME SONG

  72. Z.... ....

    this song is so HEATTT

  73. B.... P....

    listening to this album made me the ILLEST person I know

  74. �.... o....

    pusi sou guuuuuuuuuuu flat

  75. a.... S....

    #ZombieGang
    2k18

  76. M.... ....

    1.25x speed is god

  77. P.... P....

    My celly rang rang, who that callin the money or tha fame?





    ...its free real estate

  78. S.... S....

    Happy 4.20 :D

  79. I.... ....

    not a good time unless i smoke mine

  80. F.... B....

    OG ku$h

  81. B.... T....

    Out of all their amazing songs, this one's my favorite. Meechy GOD Mode activated. Glorious Dead. Erick set him up perfectly.

  82. c.... k....

    The "needle point, LSD" , gives me chills every time!

  83. a.... M....

    I got the munchies just by listening to this song

  84. C.... C....

    litty lit

  85. m.... l....

    ZOMBiES 💯✊💯🔥

  86. S.... S....

    Bro this fucking flow is fire

  87. N.... G....

    "Never trust these hoes, I never did." 😔 never will.

    N.... G....

    Read this right when Darko said it 😂

  88. P.... ....

    Zombie gang

  89. S.... C....

    dopest album cover ever beat harder than the economy under trump

    S.... C....

    Seville Ckark are you autistic? economy is doing great

  90. B.... G....

    I found my new smoking session song 🔥💯

  91. k.... b....

    Tyga that's tuff lol

  92. S.... T....

    What cunt

  93. F.... B....

    Not a good time unless I smoke mine.