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"Wrappin' & Shippin'"
(feat. Jose Guapo)

"Wrappin' & Shippin'"
(feat. Jose Guapo)



[Hoodrich Pablo Juan & Jose Guapo:]
Straight from the projects to Phipps Plaza
Ten thousand dollars on Balenciaga
Got the Feds looking for me, Ferragamo
They follow the blood on my red bottoms
I walk through the hood like I'm Pablo Zanotti
Bought a new Rolex, no illuminati
Spending two burners like it's Kawasaki
Pull out the drop, so we working Hibachi
They wrap it and ship it, they wrap it and ship it
They wrap it and ship it, they wrap it and ship it
They wrap it and ship it, they wrap it and ship it
They wrap it and ship it, they wrap it and ship it
[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
I don't gotta measure walking in Jeffreys
I spent my extras on Giuseppe steppers
They know my name in rotators and [?]
From the ceilings and the re-rock oppressors
I play with the gwap like I'm Hugh Hefner
Mui Mui shade, get your shit together
I went to Africa, came back with a bezel
Ferragamo on the way, they arrest her
Give me a brick, I'ma turn it to three
I'm Fabo, betcha can't do it like me
The shipment is cheap, sharper than the crease
Givenchy specific expensive feet
I checked on IG
Mason Margiela done mentioned me
Tommy Hillfiger thinking about lynching me
Cartier, R.I.P. to Pimp C
Still sitting in the skirt in with work with DC
Fuck the feds and my enemies
Thinking like 2Pac, I'm ready to die like I'm Biggie
Guap, hold the chopper, he gon' take nigga with me
[?] the vibe and skurted the whip
We rocking and selling hoes, that's how we flip it
Little nigga, mind your business
I'm feeding my foes, they bleeding and cripping
[Hoodrich Pablo Juan & Jose Guapo:]
Straight from the projects to Phipps Plaza
Ten thousand dollars on Balenciaga
Got the Feds looking for me, Ferragamo
They follow the blood on my red bottoms
I walk through the hood like I'm Pablo Zanotti
Bought a new Rolex, no illuminati
Spending two burners like it's Kawasaki
Pull out the drop, so we working Hibachi
They wrap it and ship it, they wrap it and ship it
They wrap it and ship it, they wrap it and ship it
They wrap it and ship it, they wrap it and ship it
They wrap it and ship it, they wrap it and ship it
[Jose Guapo:]
See, I remember long nights when they were knocking at the door
Nine shows and we dabbing in them foreign expensive clothes
Niggas sold a lot of weed like the motion picture Blow
Now a nigga fucking on all of these hoes
I'm walking in with the Margiela toe
No, I will not be a witness
Red bottom, fuck the forensics
Call and she'll take
Designers on the face
Mixing lean, got two cups
Straight from the hood, does that feel
Been having them chops, that's on me
So you know a nigga got ten clips
Pablo and Guapo
Still might order a truckload
Designer shit and narcotics
That money want, we got it
Shit on everybody, Yo Gotti
We hopping out in Zanotti
We hopping out in Cavalli, bitch
[Hoodrich Pablo Juan & Jose Guapo:]
Straight from the projects to Phipps Plaza
Ten thousand dollars on Balenciaga
Got the Feds looking for me, Ferragamo
They follow the blood on my red bottoms
I walk through the hood like I'm Pablo Zanotti
Bought a new Rolex, no illuminati
Spending two burners like it's Kawasaki
Pull out the drop, so we working Hibachi
They wrap it and ship it, they wrap it and ship it
They wrap it and ship it, they wrap it and ship it
They wrap it and ship it, they wrap it and ship it
They wrap it and ship it, they wrap it and ship it
 
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"Yeah Yeah"
(feat. Gucci Mane)

"Yeah Yeah"
(feat. Gucci Mane)



[Gucci Mane:]
Aye, Southside [?]
Guwop (Gucci)
Eskimo shit, homie
Evil Genius, Wop
It's Gucci
Shoutout my partner Rozay
Eskimo shit, nigga
What, nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Give 'em hell
Got lil baby from the Chi, she be Chanel
[?] flow, I swear she rock them solid tips (brr brr)
Said she fuck with Z Money, he signed his self (Z Money, it's Guwop)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh well
They call me Guwop, I got so much clientele (skr skr)
Fresh as hell, in East Atlanta, I'm the mayor (EA)
I signed Pablo, he told me, "Go get Mal and Quill" (Blo, Mal)
'Cause we so trill (Quill, Wop)
Yeah, fuck 12, I'm a Eskimo myself (brr brr)
Can't sign no snitch ass nigga, that would hurt my rep (no)
Found out he pussy, told him keep the cash and dip

[Gucci Mane & Yung Mal:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
Real niggas only, y'all niggas, y'all some hoes
Yeah, nigga, we froze, yeah, nigga, we Eskimos (1017 shit)
Yeah, they didn't know that we used to be poor
Yeah, drippin' designer, ooh, from my head to my toe
Fuck on your ho, go get the dough (go get it)
Then I go get me some mo' (I need it)
Used to trap dope at the stove (I used to)
Ooh, whippin' the dope
Yeah, Dolce Gabana peacoat (dingy)
I'm ballin' like Gucci the coach (I'm ballin')
Step on these niggas, you just a lil roach (lil roach)
Yeah, rich nigga like Lil Boat (rich nigga)
Water on my neck the coast (water)
Look in my eyes and they say don't approach (look at me, nigga)
Cookin' the chickens on the pot like roasts (boom)
All my hundreds blue just like my Locs (blue hundreds)
All my bitches bad, they do the most (she bad)
I be poppin' tags to jump in the Ghost
Gotta watch your swag, they takin' down notes
Swear bitches like the jewellery, make 'em vote

[Gucci Mane & Yung Mal:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Yung Mal:]
Iceberg, yeah
I see you hang from over here
Hatin' nigga (pussy), that chopper hit your ass from over here
All these hoes on my dick 'cause I signed me a deal
Better sign to Big Wop if you want you a mil'
Bust down on my left wrist, I should've bought a crib (ice)
The pack just touched down, that's a football field
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hell yeah
Pocket full of crip blue hundreds, need a wheelchair
We ain't had shit, we were waitin' on some welfare
Now we up, bitch, we got racks tucked everywhere
Wifey made it, diamonds crystal clear, yeah
Got so much cash, this shit not fair
I fucked the bitch once, but I ain't bought no hair
We can take a trip, might fly on the [?]
Hop out the bitch and I'm fresh in Moncler
Yeah, ride with the stick on the front door
Yeah, 75 on my neck and I ain't near done yet
Try to reach for my shit, wouldn't dare
Can't show no love to no nigga, wouldn't dare
All the bullshit goin' in and out one ear
They broke, I don't care

[Gucci Mane & Yung Mal:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 
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"Zambamafoo"
(feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

"Zambamafoo"
(feat. Lil Uzi Vert)



[Lil Uzi Vert:]
Chopper on me and you know that bitch folded
Pistol on me and you know that bitch loaded
Living my life just like everything golden
When I say that, I'm talking 'bout the Rollie
Nigga talk shit, put a hole in him slowly
Then I bag his bitch, fuck on that bitch slowly
Said you getting money, then you gotta show me
Know I'm a VLONE thug, bitch, I'm so lonely
Check it out, diamonds shine in the dark
Water ring look like VOSS
Fuck her once, break her heart
Skate on that girl like my name Tony Hawk
Had the swag from the start, had the shit in my car
Duck, I 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 fuck your bitch and then I'll hit record
I took the Xan and then I'll hit the snore
Walk on the dead, bitch, 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 swagging in Christian Dior
[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
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 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
 
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"Zobamambafoo (Remix)"
(feat. Lil Uzi Vert & Lil Yachty)

"Zobamambafoo (Remix)"
(feat. Lil Uzi Vert & Lil Yachty)



[Lil Yachty:]
The fuck poppin Pablo, gang

[Lil Uzi Vert:]
Chopper on me and you know that bitch folded
Pistol on me and you know that bitch loaded
Living my life just like everything golden
When I say that, I'm talking 'bout the Rollie
Nigga talk shit, put a hole in him slowly
Then I bag his bitch, fuck on that bitch slowly
Said you getting money, then you gotta show me
Know I'm a VLONE thug, bitch, I'm so lonely
Check it out, diamonds shine in the dark
Water ring look like VOSS
Fuck her once, break her heart
Skate on that girl like my name Tony Hawk
Had the swag from the start, had the shit in my car
Duck, I 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 fuck your bitch and then I'll hit record
I took the Xan and then I'll hit the snore
Walk on the dead, bitch, 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 swagging in Christian Dior

[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:]
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 Louis 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 sippin' Act

[Lil Yachty:]
Uh, check it out, check it out, check it, I check it
Give me that pussy and watch how I wreck it
Hundred thousand I just spent on my necklace
My big booty bitches share a crib in Texas
I used to hit scams and crack cards off the Nexus
I used to ride deep with my gang in the Lexus
I love all my women, Boat never a sexist
I prefer 'em sexy, all colors, I'm with it
I'm dressin' like I never had money
Fuckin' like I never had bunnies
And I'm buckin' like I never had trainin'
I mean Magic, we got that bitch straight rainin'
Not even legal
Not even legal, my whip Don Cheadle
In the lot, do donuts, Knievel
Next nigga hate, I'ma pay their tuition
'Cause I'm really havin' this paper
Young nigga hittin' them capers
I'm like Kobe with the Lakers
Never switch up on my squad (woo)
Had to buy a crib for the garage
Got a triple threat, that's a ménage
Her and her friend gave my dick a massage
Just fucked a bitch named Indigo
Ball like I play for the Florida State Seminoles

[Hoodrich Pablo Juan & Lil Yachty:]
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 (peek-a-boo, peek-a-boo, 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 Louis 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 sippin' Act
 
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"Zombamafoo"

"Zombamafoo"


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
 
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