Zaboomafoo

Lyrics

[Intro] (I really like to use...) (Oh, Lincoln, bitch) [Chorus: Tony Shhnow] Glock 23, NUMBER (N)INE jeans Countin' collard greens, my ho pop beans Big clip knock him out the damn scene Dirty sticks, but I hop out so clean My life like a movie, yours YouTube New hundreds on me, true blue clue Monkey nuts on the gun like Zoboomafoo Alphabet, cross out, I'll find you Say he the one, but I hit him times two I'm at the playground, tell your ho to slide through Brought her homegirl, say she wanna ride too I'm playin' with the knots but I won't tie you Said you a star once you go out with a burst Real trapper, I don't rock a man purse I love the strippers but I make the bands twerk I'm thumbin' through it, got my fuckin' hand hurt (I really like to use cash) [Verse 1: Tony Shhnow] Think he hot, we can put him on ice Cross us, then he finna see Christ Remix it, hit the pot with the spice In the trap cuttin' heads off mice We got keys, but you ain't my type Said she don't got kids but she wanna eat mine Lil' shawty wanna fuck, told her give me that mind Keep bands on us, my traphouse flyin' I'm with that [?], can't spend time with you Suicide Drac' and my trap a drive-through On three-way with the plug, tryna buy two Just got his bitch water, I could sell dry food He a dub but if he play, he gon' lose I'm sippin' on mud like some white boy shoes Fuckin' with my chains on, call the ho YesJulz Bustin' with my heater on, tell that nigga be cool [Chorus: Tony Shhnow] Glock 23, NUMBER (N)INE jeans Countin' collard greens, my ho pop beans (I really like to use cash) Big clip knock him out the damn scene Dirty sticks, but I hop out so clean My life like a movie, yours YouTube New hundreds on me, true blue clue Monkey nuts on the gun like Zoboomafoo Alphabet, cross out, I'll find you Say he the one, but I hit him times two I'm at the playground, tell your ho to slide through Brought her homegirl, say she wanna ride too I'm playin' with the knots but I won't tie you Said you a star once you go out with a burst Real trapper, I don't rock a man purse I love the strippers but I make the bands twerk I'm thumbin' through it, got my fuckin' hand hurt [Verse 2: 10kDunkin] Damn, fucked up my hand touchin' all these damn bands Got a Glock in my pants, you can tell by my stance You playin' both sides, better watch where you stand Put rims on the coupe so it sit a lil' high now Run to the money, I done did some miles now Stack up the money, it look like a pile I keep it quiet, but this Glock on me loud Some of my niggas throw it up, they might shoot at the crowd Ten toes by myself, I ain't ever need a crowd Don't run that mouth, we pull up at that house [Chorus: Tony Shhnow] Glock 23, NUMBER (N)INE jeans Countin' collard greens, my ho pop beans Big clip knock him out the damn scene (I really like to use cash) Dirty sticks, but I hop out so clean My life like a movie, yours YouTube New hundreds on me, true blue clue Monkey nuts on the gun like Zoboomafoo Alphabet, cross out, I'll find you Say he the one, but I hit him times two I'm at the playground, tell your ho to slide through Brought her homegirl, say she wanna ride too I'm playin' with the knots but I won't tie you Said you a star once you go out with a burst Real trapper, I don't rock a man purse I love the strippers but I make the bands twerk I'm thumbin' through it, got my fuckin' hand hurt