Zaboomafoo

[Intro]
(I really like to use...)
(Oh, Lincoln, bitch)

[Chorus: Tony Shhnow]
Glock 23, NUMBER (N)INE jeans
Countin' collard greens, my ho pop beans
Big clip knock him out the damn scene
Dirty sticks, but I hop out so clean
My life like a movie, yours YouTube
New hundreds on me, true blue clue
Monkey nuts on the gun like Zoboomafoo
Alphabet, cross out, I'll find you
Say he the one, but I hit him times two
I'm at the playground, tell your ho to slide through
Brought her homegirl, say she wanna ride too
I'm playin' with the knots but I won't tie you
Said you a star once you go out with a burst
Real trapper, I don't rock a man purse
I love the strippers but I make the bands twerk
I'm thumbin' through it, got my fuckin' hand hurt (I really like to use cash)

[Verse 1: Tony Shhnow]
[?], we can put him on ice
Cross us, then he finna see Christ
Remix it, hit the pot with the spice
In the trap cuttin' heads off mice
We got keys, but you ain't my type
Said she don't got kids but she wanna eat mine
Lil' shawty wanna fuck, told her give me that mind
Keep bands on us, my traphouse flyin'
I'm with that [?], can't spend time with you
Suicide Drac' and my trap a drive-through
On three-way with the plug, tryna buy two
Just got his bitch water, I could sell dry food
He a dub but if he play, he gon' lose
I'm sippin' on mud like some white boy shoes
Fuckin' with my chains on, call the ho YesJulz
Bustin' with my heater on, tell that nigga be cool

[Chorus: Tony Shhnow]
Glock 23, NUMBER (N)INE jeans
Countin' collard greens, my ho pop beans (I really like to use cash)
Big clip knock him out the damn scene
Dirty sticks, but I hop out so clean
My life like a movie, yours YouTube
New hundreds on me, true blue clue
Monkey nuts on the gun like Zoboomafoo
Alphabet, cross out, I'll find you
Say he the one, but I hit him times two
I'm at the playground, tell your ho to slide through
Brought her homegirl, say she wanna ride too
I'm playin' with the knots but I won't tie you
Said you a star once you go out with a burst
Real trapper, I don't rock a man purse
I love the strippers but I make the bands twerk
I'm thumbin' through it, got my fuckin' hand hurt

[Verse 2: 10kDunkin]
Damn, fucked up my hand touchin' all these damn bands
Got a Glock in my pants, you can tell by my stance
You playin' both sides, better watch where you stand
Put rims on the coupe so it sit a lil' high now
Run to the money, I done did some miles now
Stack up the money, it look like a pile
I keep it quiet, but this Glock on me loud
Some of my niggas throw it up, they might shoot at the crowd
Ten toes by myself, I ain't ever need a crowd
Don't run that mouth, we pull up at that house

[Chorus: Tony Shhnow]
Glock 23, NUMBER (N)INE jeans
Countin' collard greens, my ho pop beans
Big clip knock him out the damn scene (I really like to use cash)
Dirty sticks, but I hop out so clean
My life like a movie, yours YouTube
New hundreds on me, true blue clue
Monkey nuts on the gun like Zoboomafoo
Alphabet, cross out, I'll find you
Say he the one, but I hit him times two
I'm at the playground, tell your ho to slide through
Brought her homegirl, say she wanna ride too
I'm playin' with the knots but I won't tie you
Said you a star once you go out with a burst
Real trapper, I don't rock a man purse
I love the strippers but I make the bands twerk
I'm thumbin' through it, got my fuckin' hand hurt