Hoodrich Pablo Juan - Zoboomafoo lyrics

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 been getting money Real Candler Road n***a, real Candler Road n***a 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 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? 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 golds 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 I'm in New York, smoking Cali, sipping on Texas African diamonds, I flooded my necklace Popped me a Perc and a Xan, I'm reckless n***a, don't ask for no bricks through no message I got the OG, they call me a veteran Beenie Man, dressing like David Letterman Tools, I'm a contractor like Mexicans Oooh, quit all that capping and flexing b**h, I'm in the trap, quit testing I'm bench pressing weights like professional wrestling Spent fifty thousand on a chopper, investment Hundred thousand went in price of the check-in Bales in, I'ma drive them on Gresham Twenty thousand, I just dropped on my bezel They call me Pablo, they know I was special Just look at my neck, I just won a gold medal On my fifth foreign, I'm geeking [?] I f** with the white, they say it's the devil Never had sh**, now I'm rich, I call that incredible Cookies, weed, I ain't talking about edible f** on that hoe, go get money what you better do I've been the plug, $200,000 ahead of you Xans and the lean, I stay on the medical Every day I wake up, I go get me some revenue 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 golds 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