Zobamambafoo lyrics

[Intro: Lil Yachty]
The f*ck popping, Pablo?
You know what it is
Gang

[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 Louis 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 sippin' Act

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Uh, check it out, check it out, check it, I check it
Give me that pus*y and watch how I wreck it
Hundred thousand I just spent on my necklace
My big booty b*tches share a crib in Texas
I used to hit scams and crack cards off the Nexus
I used to ride deep with my gang in the Lexus
I love all my women, Boat never a sexist
I prefer 'em sexy, all colors, I'm with it
I'm dressin' like I never had money
f*ckin' like I never had bunnies
And I'm buckin' like I never had trainin'
I mean Magic, we got that b*tch straight rainin'
Not even legal
Not even legal, my whip Don Cheadle
In the lot, do donuts, Knievel
Next n*gga hate, I'ma pay their tuition
'Cause I'm really havin' this paper
Young n*gga hittin' them capers
I'm like Kobe with the Lakers
Never switch up on my squad (woo)
Had to buy a crib for the garage
Got a triple threat, that's a ménage
Her and her friend gave my di*k a massage
Just f*cked a b*tch named Indigo
Ball like I play for the Florida State Seminoles
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan & Lil Yachty]
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 (peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, 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 Louis 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 sippin' Act