Zombamafoo

Lyrics
[Intro] That pint don't come sealed, nigga, I don't want it I trap out the bando, nigga, like it's haunted (Trap out the bando) HoodWolf, leave me with the dragon in the dungeon (HoodWolf) I'll still serve a nigga a bale or an onion (Still serve) Better go ask your bitch, I've been getting money (Go ask your ho) Real Candler Road nigga— Danny Wolf, Hoodrich Pablo Juan Yeah (Trust me, Danny) Know what the fuck going on (Cut it up) (Oh my God, Ronny) Hood [Chorus] I'm dressing like I was Zoboomafoo (Zoboomafoo) Got lions and snakes on my Gucci shoe (Lions and snakes) Poured up a deuce, I roll up a blunt or two (Pour a deuce and then roll) Your bitch wanna fuck when she come through Sensei busting up bricks, I do kung fu Good aim when I'm shooting, I'm hunting you (Baow) Caught a cold from my ice, achoo (Ice, ice) All black Ghost pull up, peek-a-boo (Pull up) I'm smoking that Platinum Cookie, that's the best (Cookie) I got the juice, I poured up that Hi-Tech (I got the juice) Four pockets full, looking like thigh pads (Four pockets) Talking that gangster shit, no, you ain't 'bout that (Don't do that, my nigga) Hoodrich, I keep the strap in my Louis bag (Hoodrich) Fuck on your bitch, give her back, I'm through with that (Fuck on that bitch, give her back) Filthy rich like the sewer, don't hang with no rat (Filthy rich) Designer my fashion, I'm still sipping Act' (Designer drugs) [Verse 1] I got them Cookies, they fresh out the oven (Cookie) Jugging and packing, I'm making shit double (Jugging and packing) Four in a twenty, I like my shit muddy (Four in a twenty) Fuck on that ho, then I call up her buddy (Fuck on that ho) Rich nigga status, I keep the strap on me My red bottoms made from the hair of a pony (Red bottoms) My young niggas murking, they scared to be opponents (Young niggas on that bullshit) Talking that fuck shit, we pulling right up on it That pint don't come sealed, nigga, I don't want it I trap out the bando, nigga, like it's haunted (Trap out the bando) HoodWolf, leave me with the dragon in the dungeon (HoodWolf) I'll still serve a nigga a bale or an onion (Still serve) Better go ask your bitch, I've been getting money (Go ask your ho) Real Candler Road nigga, used to serve Sonya (Candler Road) I gotta meet the plug way out in Conyers (Conyers) I got the paper like folder dividers Buy the work, no consignment (Uh-uh) Real street nigga, I ain't taking no diamonds Can't get away with trying me, nigga, you dying I can see these niggas acting like me, stop lying I'm Pablo the plug, you ain't sold a dime (No) I'm in the concrete jungle with the lions (Concrete) I need the pints, nigga, I don't buy lines When I get bricks, shit, I'm paying for mine (Bricks) Three-sixty ring, why the fuck would I sign? (Three-sixty ring) [Chorus] I'm dressing like I was Zoboomafoo (Zoboomafoo) Got lions and snakes on my Gucci shoe (Lions and snakes) Poured up a deuce, I roll up a blunt or two (Poured a deuce and then roll) Your bitch wanna fuck when she come through Sensei busting up bricks, I do kung fu Good aim when I'm shooting, I'm hunting you (Baow) Caught a cold from my ice, achoo (Ice, ice) All black Ghost pull up, peek-a-boo (Pull up) I'm smoking that Platinum Cookie, that's the best (Cookie) I got the juice, I poured up that Hi-Tech (I got the juice) Four pockets full, looking like thigh pads (Four pockets) Talking that gangster shit, no, you ain't 'bout that (Don't do that, my nigga) Hoodrich, I keep the strap in my Louis bag (Hoodrich) Fuck on your bitch, give her back, I'm through with that (Fuck on that bitch, give her back) Filthy rich like the sewer, don't hang with no rat (Filthy rich) Designer my fashion, I'm still sipping Act' (Designer drugs) [Verse 2] I'm in New York, smoking Cali', sipping on Texas African diamonds, I flooded my necklace Pop me a Perc' and a Xan', I'm reckless (Perc' and a Xan') Nigga, don't ask for no brick through no message I got the OG, they call me a veteran (OG) Beenie Man, dressing like David Letterman Tools, I'm a contractor like Mexicans (Tools) Ooh, quit all that capping and flexing (Quit all that cap) Bitch, I'm in the trap, quit texting I'm bench pressing weights like professional wrestling Spent fifty thousand on a chopper investment (Huh?) Hundred thousand when them pints of the Tech in Bales in, I'ma drop 'em on Gresham Twenty thousand, I just dropped on my bezel They call me Pablo, they know I was special (Pablo) Just look at my neck, I just won a gold medal On my fifth foreign, I'm geeking on red, I fuck with the white, they say it's the devil Ain't had shit, now I'm rich, I call that incredible Cookies, weed, I ain't talking 'bout edible Fuck on that ho, go get money what you better do I've been the plug, two hundred thousand ahead of you Xans and the lean, I stay on the medical (Xans and the lean) Every day I wake up, I go get me some revenue (Get me some money) [Chorus] I'm dressing like I was Zoboomafoo (Zoboomafoo) Got lions and snakes on my Gucci shoe (Lions and snakes) Poured up a deuce, I roll up a blunt or two (Poured a deuce and then roll) Your bitch wanna fuck when she come through Sensei busting up bricks, I do kung fu Good aim when I'm shooting, I'm hunting you (Baow) Caught a cold from my ice, achoo (Ice, ice) All black Ghost pull up, peek-a-boo (Pull up) I'm smoking that Platinum Cookie, that's the best (Cookie) I got the juice, I poured up that Hi-Tech (I got the juice) Four pockets full, looking like thigh pads (Four pockets) Talking that gangster shit, no, you ain't 'bout that (Don't do that, my nigga) Hoodrich, I keep a strap in my Louis bag (Hoodrich) Fuck on your bitch, give her back, I'm through with that (Fuck on that bitch, give her back) Filthy rich like the sewer, don't hang with no rat (Filthy rich) Designer my fashion, I'm still sipping Act' (Designer drugs)
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Credits
- Writers
- Danny Wolf
- DJ Spinz
- RONNY J
- Hoodrich Pablo Juan