Zombamafoo Lyrics - Hoodrich Pablo Juan

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] 

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 

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[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 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 

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[Verse 2: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] 

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 hoe, 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, you can serve [?] 

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? 

[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 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