Lil Uzi Vert - Zombamafoo (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert] Chopper on me and you know that b**h folding Pistol on me and you know that b**h loaded Living my life just like everything golden When I say that, I'm talking 'bout the Rollie n***a talk sh**, put a hole in him slowly Then I bag his b**h, f** on that b**h slowly Said you getting money, then you gotta show me Know I'm a VLone Thug b**h, I'm so lonely Check it out, diamonds shine in the dark Water ring look like VOSS f** her once, break her heart Skate on that girl like my name Tony Hawk Had the swag from the start, had the sh** in my car Don't got, 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 f** your b**h and then I'll hit record I'll took the xan, then I'll hit the snore Walk on the dead, b**h 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 swaggin' in Christian Dior [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 b**h wanna f** 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 sh**, no, you ain't 'bout that Hoodrich I keep the strap in my Louie bag f** on your b**h, 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 [Verse 2: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] I got them cookies, they fresh out the oven Juuging and packing, I'm making sh** double Four in the 20, I like my sh** muddy f** on that hoe, then I call up her buddy Rich n***a status, I keep the strap on me My red bottoms made from the hair of a pony My young n***as murking, they scared to be opponents Talking that f** sh**, we pulling right up on it That pint don't come sealed, n***a, I don't want it I trap out the bando, n***a, like it's haunted HoodWolf, leave me with the junkies in the dungeon I still serve a n***a a bale of the onion Better go ask your b**h, I've been getting money Real Candler Road n***a, you the [?] I gotta meet the plug way out in Conyers I got the paper like folder dividers Buy the work, no cosigners Real street n***a, I ain't taking no dummies Can't get it the way we trying, n***a, you'll die I can seen a n***a 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, n***a, I don't buy lines When I get bricks, yeah, I'm paying for mine 360 ring, why the f** 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 b**h wanna f** 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 sh**, no, you ain't 'bout that Hoodrich I keep the strap in my Louie bag f** on your b**h, 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