Zabamafoo
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Zabamafoo Lyrics
I call up Jugg and we make it double
I do not love her but I'm still gon' fuck her
Grape Street nigga with a hundred in the duffel
I ain't have shit, I was used to doin' hustles
Word word word word
My wrist is yellow like Pikachu
You showin' your money, I'm lookin' fool
I need a mil before I hit twenty-two
I'm crippin' so I got that grape juice
Grape to the C bitch, I got a play or two
You snitchin' and shit, that's a hater move
I let that forty freeze 'em, igloo
Bullets they size him up, Apu
I'm smoking OG, that's the best
Say you're sauced up boy, you is a hot mess
Bet a nigga smack your ass with an object
BlocBoy JB, number one prospect (that's on my mama)
Bullshit, I don't want nothing to do with that
Fuck on your bitch then I tell her I'm through with that
These niggas pussy, think they related to cats
Fuck on your bitch, pull her hair from the back
I call up Jugg and we make it double
I do not love her but I'm still gon' fuck her
Grape Street nigga with a hundred in the duffel
I ain't have shit, I was used to doin' hustles
Transform a nigga like I'm Optimus Prime
Tied in fourth quarter, man that sound like overtime
I keep them sticks on the forties and the TEC-9's
I'd rather die 'fore I let a nigga take mine
Shine in the dark, make it look like the daytime
Bitches hit me up, gettin' mad 'cause I don't make time
Opps talkin' shit, guess it's load and go spray time
Leave a nigga holy like it's time to go pray time
Whole bunch of hitters, they throwin' up signs
You dissin' on Twitter, we pullin' up straight firin'
Say you got more hoes than me then you lyin'
Talking to a bitch, gettin' head on Facetime
My wrist is yellow like Pikachu
You showin' your money, I'm lookin' fool
I need a mil before I hit twenty-two
I'm crippin' so I got that grape juice
Grape to the C bitch, I got a play or two
You snitchin' and shit, that's a hater move
I let that forty freeze 'em, igloo
Bullets they size him up, Apu
I'm smoking OG, that's the best
Say you're sauced up boy, you is a hot mess
Bet a nigga smack your ass with an object
BlocBoy JB, number one prospect (that's on my mama)
Bullshit, I don't want nothing to do with that
Fuck on your bitch then I tell her I'm through with that
These niggas pussy, think they related to cats
Fuck on your bitch, pull her hair from the back
I do not love her but I'm still gon' fuck her
Grape Street nigga with a hundred in the duffel
I ain't have shit, I was used to doin' hustles
Word word word word
My wrist is yellow like Pikachu
You showin' your money, I'm lookin' fool
I need a mil before I hit twenty-two
I'm crippin' so I got that grape juice
Grape to the C bitch, I got a play or two
You snitchin' and shit, that's a hater move
I let that forty freeze 'em, igloo
Bullets they size him up, Apu
I'm smoking OG, that's the best
Say you're sauced up boy, you is a hot mess
Bet a nigga smack your ass with an object
BlocBoy JB, number one prospect (that's on my mama)
Bullshit, I don't want nothing to do with that
Fuck on your bitch then I tell her I'm through with that
These niggas pussy, think they related to cats
Fuck on your bitch, pull her hair from the back
I call up Jugg and we make it double
I do not love her but I'm still gon' fuck her
Grape Street nigga with a hundred in the duffel
I ain't have shit, I was used to doin' hustles
Transform a nigga like I'm Optimus Prime
Tied in fourth quarter, man that sound like overtime
I keep them sticks on the forties and the TEC-9's
I'd rather die 'fore I let a nigga take mine
Shine in the dark, make it look like the daytime
Bitches hit me up, gettin' mad 'cause I don't make time
Opps talkin' shit, guess it's load and go spray time
Leave a nigga holy like it's time to go pray time
Whole bunch of hitters, they throwin' up signs
You dissin' on Twitter, we pullin' up straight firin'
Say you got more hoes than me then you lyin'
Talking to a bitch, gettin' head on Facetime
My wrist is yellow like Pikachu
You showin' your money, I'm lookin' fool
I need a mil before I hit twenty-two
I'm crippin' so I got that grape juice
Grape to the C bitch, I got a play or two
You snitchin' and shit, that's a hater move
I let that forty freeze 'em, igloo
Bullets they size him up, Apu
I'm smoking OG, that's the best
Say you're sauced up boy, you is a hot mess
Bet a nigga smack your ass with an object
BlocBoy JB, number one prospect (that's on my mama)
Bullshit, I don't want nothing to do with that
Fuck on your bitch then I tell her I'm through with that
These niggas pussy, think they related to cats
Fuck on your bitch, pull her hair from the back
From the album: Who Am I 3
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Intro by BlocBoy JB , -
Shoot by BlocBoy JB , -
Beast Mode by BlocBoy JB , -
First Day Bacc On Da Bloc by BlocBoy JB , -
40 by BlocBoy JB , -
Showtime by BlocBoy JB , -
Party by BlocBoy JB , -
Zabamafoo by BlocBoy JB , -
No Questions by BlocBoy JB , -
No Chorus Pt. 10 by BlocBoy JB , -
Don't Love Ya by BlocBoy JB , -
M.O.B. by BlocBoy JB , -
T'd Off by BlocBoy JB , -
Last Day Out by BlocBoy JB ,