Zambamafoo - Lil Uzi Vert, HoodRich Pablo Juan

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 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?

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