Zambamafoo lyrics

[Intro]
Danny Wolf
Oh my God, Ronny
Cut it up

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Chopper on me and you know that b*tch folded
Pistol on me and you know that b*tch loaded
Living my life just like everything golden
When I say that, I'm talking 'bout the Rollie
n*gga talk sh*t, put a hole in him slowly
Then I bag his b*tch, f*ck on that b*tch slowly
Said you getting money, then you gotta show me
Know I'm a Vlone thug, b*tch, I'm so lonely
Check it out, diamonds shine in the dark
Water ring look like Voss
f*ck her once, break her heart
Skate on that girl like my name Tony Hawk
Had the swag from the start
Had the sh*t in my car
Duck, I aim with the Moss'
Berg so cold that my watch made me cough
I ain't never took a loss
Keep it a hundred, of course
I pulled out that Lamb, no Honda Accord
I'll f*ck your b*tch and then I'll hit record
I took the Xan and then I'll hit the snore
Walk on the dead, b*tch, I trip on the corpse
Counting the bands, but y'all mentioning Forbes
It felt like just yesterday, I was poor
Wake up, I'm swagging in Christian Dior
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I'm dressing like I was Zoboomafoo
Got lions and snakes on my Gucci shoes
Poured up a deuce, I rolled up a blunt or two
Your b*tch wanna f*ck when she come through
Sensei busting up bricks, I do kung-fu
Good aim when shooting, I'm hunting you
Caught a cold from my ice, ah-choo
All black Ghost pull up, peek-a-boo
I'm smoking that platinum cookies, that's the best
I got the juice, I pour up that Hitech
Four pockets full, looking like thigh pads
Talking that gangsta sh*t, no, you ain't 'bout that Hoodrich
I keep the strap in my Louie bag
f*ck on your b*tch, give her back, I'm through with that
Filthy rich like the sewer, don't hang with no rats
Designer my fashion, I'm still sipping Act

[Verse 2: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I got them cookies, they fresh out the oven
Juuging and packing, I'm making sh*t double
Four in the 20, I like my sh*t muddy
f*ck on that ho, then I call up her buddy
Rich n*gga status, I keep the strap on me
My red bottoms made from the hair of a pony
My young n*ggas murking, they scared to be opponents
Talking that f*ck sh*t, we pulling right up on it
That pint don't come sealed, n*gga, I don't want it
I trap out the bando, n*gga, like it's haunted
HoodWolf, leave me with the dragon in the dungeon
I still serve a n*gga a bale of the onions
Better go ask your b*tch, I've been getting money
Real Candler Road n*gga, used to serve Sonya
I gotta meet the plug way out in Conyers
I got the paper like folder dividers
Buy the work, no cosigners
Real street n*gga, I ain't taking no dummies
Can't get it the way we trying, n*gga, you'll die
I can seen a n*gga acting like me, stop lying
I'm Pablo the Plug, you ain't sold a dime
I'm in the concrete jungle with the lions
I need the pints, n*gga, I don't buy lines
When I get bricks, yeah, I'm paying for mine
360 ring, why the f*ck would I sign?
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I'm dressing like I was Zoboomafoo
Got lions and snakes on my Gucci shoes
Poured up a deuce, I rolled up a blunt or two
Your b*tch wanna f*ck when she come through
Sensei busting up bricks, I do kung-fu
Good aim when shooting, I'm hunting you
Caught a cold from my ice, ah-choo
All black Ghost pull up, peek-a-boo
I'm smoking that platinum cookies, that's the best
I got the juice, I pour up that Hitech
Four pockets full, looking like thigh pads
Talking that gangsta sh*t, no, you ain't 'bout that Hoodrich
I keep the strap in my Louie bag
f*ck on your b*tch, give her back, I'm through with that
Filthy rich like the sewer, don't hang with no rats
Designer my fashion, I'm still sipping Act