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ZOMBIE WALKING
Hip-Hop/Rap
ZOMBIE WALKING was released on April 3, 2026 by GOAT ENTERTAINMENT as a part of the album ASCENSION
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Release DateApril 3, 2026
LabelGOAT ENTERTAINMENT
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM82

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Evan Meece
Evan Meece
Vocals
Layne Meynell
Layne Meynell
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Evan Meece
Evan Meece
Songwriter
Layne Meynell
Layne Meynell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ariesprod.
Ariesprod.
Producer
Aries Riley Driskell
Aries Riley Driskell
Mixing Engineer
Mason Schick
Mason Schick
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(What the fuck, what the, aye)
(What the fuck, what the fuck, what the)
(Aye, aye, aye) yeah
That bit' keep racin' round my, uh
Ah, that bit' keep racin' round my
That bit' keep racin' my
That bit' keep racin' round my mind like a pair of Nike sneakers
I'm likely blowin' reefer, bitch this loud might blow your speakers
Took yo' hoe, that bitch a keeper
They watchin' from the bleachers
Ballin' Indiana Fever, in Atlanta with a diva (uh)
That bitch keep singin like Mereba
I already fucked up that's on me though
I'ma touch down in yo' town like Teezo
Shippin' the pack, it land straight at the P.O
I fuck with that pussy, I need her to leave though
Baby, I'm tryna run up my zeros
I can not save you, bitch I am no hero
My life is a movie, no Robert De Niro
Uh, ah
Ah
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
Ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Look, I'm creepin' like a gremlin
I spin that shit like Skrillex
My bitch, she drunk as fuck, so I can tell that she gon' feel this
We in New York like Hov
Just know that I ain't gon' fold
Drop eighty on your head like Jalen Rose
Just know I ain't pay for those, aye
I can't save your hoe
They try to steal my whole flow
I got her tipsy off a half a dose
So you can't walk on me like Abbey Road
No Paul McCartney, you almost shot me down
I'm a zombie walkin' round
(Aye)
(aye, aye)
Ah (aye, aye)
A zombie walkin' 'round
If you take it there, we take it there, let off a hundred rounds
Put that red light beam up to his nose, yeah we don't fuck with clowns
That bitch just came to chill me, she dressed like it was Rolling Loud
I step out shoes Amiri, but I used to be at lost-and-found
But I can't go back there
I traded Polo for Moncler
She eye me down, I know that stare (ah, ah)
I know that stare, and I know how you thinkin
I know that bitch real messy, way she looked at me and kept on blinkin
I know we on a money boat, and this ship, it ain't ever sinkin
I drop that bitch down to her knees, and ask who she believe in, wait
Ah, ahhh
Ah, ahhh, ah
Ah, ahhh
Ask who she believe in
I'ma dive up in there head first, we goin' off the deep-end, ah
(Ohhhhhh)
(Zombie walkin' rounndd)
(Zombie walkin' rounndd)
(Ohhhh, oh, oh)
(Walking 'round)
Written by: Evan Meece, Layne Meynell
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