blocboy jb – zabamafoo lyrics
[intro]
i call up jugg and we make it double
i do not love her but i’m still gon’ f-ck her
grape street n-gga with a hundred in the duffel
i ain’t have sh-t, i was used to doin’ hustles
d-mn, it’s cold outside man
somebody get that warmth bruh, woo
word word word word
[chorus]
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 b-tch, i got a play or two
you snitchin’ and sh-t, 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 n-gga smack your -ss with an object
blocboy jb, number one prospect (that’s on my mama)
bullsh-t, i don’t want nothing to do with that
f-ck on your b-tch then i tell her i’m through with that
these n-ggas p-ssy, think they related to cats
f-ck on your b-tch, pull her hair from the back
[verse]
i call up jugg and we make it double
i do not love her but i’m still gon’ f-ck her
grape street n-gga with a hundred in the duffel
i ain’t have sh-t, i was used to doin’ hustles
transform a n-gga 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 n-gga take mine
shine in the dark, make it look like the daytime
b-tches hit me up, gettin’ mad ’cause i don’t make time
opps talkin’ sh-t, guess it’s load and go spray time
leave a n-gga 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 b-tch, gettin’ head on facetime
[chorus]
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 b-tch, i got a play or two
you snitchin’ and sh-t, 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 n-gga smack your -ss with an object
blocboy jb, number one prospect (that’s on my mama)
bullsh-t, i don’t want nothing to do with that
f-ck on your b-tch then i tell her i’m through with that
these n-ggas p-ssy, think they related to cats
f-ck on your b-tch, pull her hair from the back
[outro]
b-tch, c0ke clean like a wash machine
f-ck wrong with you ho
no dish detergent b-tch
you gotta come clean like mr. clean
we got new jack city in this b-tch
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