Zambamafoo

Chopper on me and you know that bitch folded
 Pistol on me and you know that bitch loaded
 Living my life just like everything golden
 When I say that, I'm talking 'bout the Rollie
 Nigga talk shit, put a hole in him slowly
 Then I bag his bitch, fuck on that bitch slowly
 Said you getting money, then you gotta show me
 Know I'm a VLONE thug, bitch, I'm so lonely
 Check it out, diamonds shine in the dark
 Water ring look like VOSS
 Fuck her once, break her heart
 Skate on that girl like my name Tony Hawk
 Had the swag from the start, had the shit 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 fuck your bitch and then I'll hit record
 I took the Xan and then I'll hit the snore
 Walk on the dead, bitch, 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
 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 bitch wanna fuck 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 shit, no, you ain't 'bout that Hoodrich
 I keep the strap in my Louie bag
 Fuck on your bitch, 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
 I got them cookies, they fresh out the oven
 Juuging and packing, I'm making shit double
 Four in the 20, I like my shit muddy
 Fuck on that ho, then I call up her buddy
 Rich nigga status, I keep the strap on me
 My red bottoms made from the hair of a pony
 My young niggas murking, they scared to be opponents
 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
 HoodWolf, leave me with the dragon in the dungeon
 I still serve a nigga a bale of the onions
 Better go ask your bitch, I've been getting money
 Real Candler Road nigga, 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 nigga, I ain't taking no dummies
 Can't get it the way we trying, nigga, you'll die
 I can seen a nigga 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, nigga, I don't buy lines
 When I get bricks, yeah, I'm paying for mine
 360 ring, why the fuck would I sign?
 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 bitch wanna fuck 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 shit, no, you ain't 'bout that Hoodrich
 I keep the strap in my Louie bag
 Fuck on your bitch, 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