VMA’s Song Lyrics

Description:- VMA’s Lyrics Zombie Juice ft. Smoke DZA are Provided in this article. This is a new song which is sang by famous singer Zombie Juice. This song will release on 17 September 2021.

If you are searching VMA’s Lyrics then you are on the right post. So without wasting time lets jump on to VMA’s Song Lyrics.

Song:– VMA’s

Singer:– Zombie Juice

Featuring:– Smoke DZA

Producer:– Erick the Architect

Written:– Smoke DZA & Zombie Juice

VMA’s Lyrics Zombie Juice ft. Smoke DZA

[Verse 1: Zombie Juice]
Big smoke, that’s enormous, gelato crosses
Never runnin’ out of fire, how the fuck we gon’ expire?
Know the plug in outlet, new shit ain’t out yet
While you smokin’ hype, heard them seeds might bite back
These quality nugs, don’t need a bag, no promotion
Like ’08, was how it be, had us open
Scoop some haze from uptown, exotics flyin’ in
UPS, open up, break it down, flip it again
Real east coast shit, the government tax our weed
And y’all think that’s lit
Like GMOs in the food, they tryna make us sick
I smoke enough, I don’t need no pills
If Smoke DZA hit my line, we gon’ need more seals

[Chorus: Zombie Juice]
I wanna roll, wanna smoke, wanna blow me a dub
I wanna get fucked up
Wanna smoke (Wanna smoke), wanna drink (Wanna drink)
Time to get fucked up
I wanna roll, wanna smoke, wanna blow me a dub
I wanna get fucked up
Wanna smoke (Wanna smoke), wanna drink (Wanna drink)
Time to get fucked up

[Verse 2: Smoke DZA]
Look
For the record my effort’s to win, you can’t get next to my pen
It can get worse, enemies wreckin’ revenge
They’re comin’ next for your kind
Put in the work, pressure make anything bend
Fuck all that making amends, lay in the dirt
I get a check, play to win, eighty on my neck, full of bling
Playing with terps, culture, we shockin’ the system
We get it poppin’, y’all trippin’, you niggas is hurt
Trust me, it’s locked and it’s clickin’
My youngin just can’t stop the itchin’, he playin’ with percs
Niggas is clueless, we shall judas flip
We the coolest, got us fighting monkeys like a Kubrick’s flick
The homie slid his pyro, we some pharaohs smokin’ sherblato
Make the blunt go viral, shit, I built the classic model
You don’t roll how I roll
This the same redemption that Marley cried
Roll up Obama, let’s get Zombie high, right