Zomba罵佛哦 (prod. Danny wolf, Ron你YJ & DJs品質)

Danny Wolf
Oh my god, the Ronny
Cut it up
Chopper on me and you know that ***** folding
Pistol on me and you know that ***** loaded
Living my life just like everything golden
When I say that, I'm talking 'bout the Rollie
***** talk ****, put a hole in him slowly
Then I bag his *****, **** on that ***** slowly
Said you getting money, then you gotta show me
Know I'm a VLone Thug *****, I 'm so lonely
Check it out, diamonds shine in the dark
Water ring look like VOSS
**** her once, break her heart
Skate on that girl like my name Tony Hawk
Had the swag from the start, had the **** 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 **** your ***** and then I'll hit record
I'll took the xan, then I'll hit the snore
Walk on the dead, ***** 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
I'm dressing like I was Zombamafoo
Got lions and snakes on my Gucci shoes
Poured up a deuce, I rolled up a blunt or two
Your ***** wanna **** 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 ****
No, you ain't 'bout that Hoodrich
I keep the strap in my Louie bag
**** on your *****, 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 **** double
Four in the 20, I like my **** muddy
**** on that hoe, then I call up her buddy
Rich ***** status, I keep the strap on me
My red bottoms made from the hair of a pony
My young ****** murking, they scared to be opponents
Talking that **** ****, we pulling 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 junkies in the dungeon
I still serve a ***** a bale of the onion
Better go ask your *****, I 've been getting money
Real Candler Road *****, you the Sir Sunny
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 taking no dummies
Can't get it the way we trying, *****, you'll die
I can seen 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, * ****, I don't buy lines
When I get bricks, yeah, I'm paying for mine
360 ring, why the **** would I sign?
I'm dressing like I was Zombamafoo
Got lions and snakes on my Gucci shoes
Poured up a deuce, I rolled up a blunt or two
Your ***** wanna **** 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 ****
No, you ain't 'bout that Hoodrich
I keep the strap in my Louie bag
**** on your *****, 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