Zambamafoo

Danny Wolf

Oh my God, Ronny

Cut it up

Chopper on me and you know that bitch folded (Ya)

Pistol on me and you know that bitch loaded (Ya)

Livin' my life just like everything golden

When I say that, I'm talkin' 'bout the Roley

**** talk shit, put a hole in him slowly

Then I bag his bitch, fuck on that bitch slowly

Said you gettin' 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 (Slatt)

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 hunnid, of course

Pulled out that Lamb and no Honda Accord (Skrrt)

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

Countin' the bands but y'all mentionin' Forbes

It felt like just yesterday I was poor (Huh)

Wake up, I'm swaggin' in Christian Dior

I'm dressin' like I was Zambamafoo (Zambamafoo)

Got lions and snakes on my Gucci shoes

Poured up a deuce, I rolled up a blunt or two (Yeah)

Your bitch wanna fuck when she come through

Sensei bustin' up bricks, I do Kung Fu (Huh)

Good aim when shootin', I'm huntin' you

Caught a cold from my ice, achoo

All black Ghost pull up, peek-a-boo

I'm smokin' that platinum cookies, that the best

I got the juice, I pour up that Hitech

Four pockets full, lookin' like thigh pads (Yeah)

Talkin' that gangsta shit

No, you ain't 'bout that Hoodrich

I keep the strap in my Louis bag

Fuck on your bitch, give her back

I'm through with that

Filthy rich like the sewer

Don't hang with no rats (Aye)

Designer my fashion, I'm still sippin' Act

(Sellin' drugs)

I got them cookies, they fresh out the oven

Juggin' and packin', I'm makin' shit double

Four in the twenty, I like my shit muddy

Fuck on that ho, then I call up a buddy

Rich **** status, I keep the strap on me

My red bottoms made from the hair of a pony

My young **** murkin', they scared to be opponents

(They be on some bullshit)

Talkin' that fuck shit, we pullin' right up on it

That pint don't come sealed

****, I don't want it

I trap out the bando **** like it's haunted

HoodWolf leave me with the dragon in the dungeon

I still serve a **** a bale of the onions

Better go ask your bitch, I've been gettin' money

Real Candler Road ****, you deserve somethin'

I gotta meet the plug way out in Conyers

I got the paper like folder dividers

Buy the work, no cosigners

Real street ****, I ain't takin' no dummies

Can't get it the way we tryin'

****, you'll die

I can seen a **** actin' like me, stop lyin'

I'm Pablo the Plug, you ain't sold a dime

I'm in the concrete jungle with the lions

I need the pints ****, I don't buy lines

When I get bricks

Yeah, I'm payin' for mine

Three-sixty ring, why the fuck would I sign?

I'm dressin' like I was Zambamafoo (Zambamafoo)

Got lions and snakes on my Gucci shoes

Poured up a deuce, I rolled up a blunt or two (Yeah)

(Poured up a deuce, I rolled up a blunt)

Your bitch wanna fuck when she come through

Sensei bustin' up bricks, I do Kung Fu

Good aim when shootin', I'm huntin' you

Caught a cold from my ice, achoo

All black Ghost pull up, peek-a-boo

I'm smokin' that platinum cookies, that's the best

I got the juice, I pour up that Hitech

Four pockets full, lookin' like thigh pads (Yeah)

Talkin' that gangsta shit

No, you ain't 'bout that Hoodrich

I keep the strap in my Louis bag

Fuck on your bitch, give her back

I'm through with that

Filthy rich like the sewer

Don't hang with no rats (Aye)

Designer my fashion, I'm still sippin' Act

(Sellin' drugs)