Lyrics Zombamafoo - Danny Wolf , HoodRich Pablo Juan
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
dragons
in
the
dungeon
I
still
serve
a
nigga
a
bale
of
the
onions
Better
go
ask
your
bitch,
I
been
getting
money
Real
Candler
Road
nigga,
real
Candler
Road
nigga
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
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
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'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
Nigga,
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
Bitch,
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
off
red
I
fuck
with
the
white,
they
say
it's
the
devil
Never
had
shit,
now
I'm
rich,
I
call
that
incredible
Cookies,
weed,
I
ain't
talking
about
edible
Fuck
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
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
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
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
1 Zombamafoo
2 U Dont Know Me
3 Dopeman
4 Trapstar Rockstar
5 Birthday
6 2 Bitches
7 MPR Shit
8 Pool Party
9 Winter
10 Bodies
11 Hoodwolf
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