z a m a r i Lyrics

Pararararum

(CHU!)

Pararararum

(Yeah-yeah-yeah yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)

Pararararum

Woo! Woo! Woo

Yeah! Hoo!

Workin' on the plot

Lay the verse then serve it on the block

Say the word and have 'em murdered on the spot

Paperwork, I'm signin' cursive on the dot

Can't be workin' fliggin' burgers on the job

'Member time when mom was in the jungle

Pen phone buzzin' like the bumble

Long way away from all that gunsmoke

Now I'm at the venue sittin' front row

Watchin' Phori vibin' with a blunt rolled

'Dale nigga, never seen nothing

'Sept a politician team fronting

Bond note have a teen pumping (doo-doo-doo-doo)

Made it out, it gotta mean something

Either I'ma hustle or that nigga Uncle Miz have his army fiends huntin'

263, the scene crumbling (shh-)

Better keep it tucked if y'aint dumping (hoo!)

Pow! Pow! Nigga, she slumping (grrr!)

Talk slick and gotta leave country (hoo!)

Blinds hang, niggas ain't mumbling, hell nah

Zip them lips tied (shh-) - they'ont wan' die

If you photo these locals, grip the toast 'cause you gon' hear a drum ring (brrrrr!)

Big plate copper, we hungry (hmm!)

Mixtape got your queen bumping (heuh!)

Want Heat? Nigga, don't speak - I'm a whole fuckin' Jimmy B dunkin' (hoo!)

kinÄrte the navy and the army (hoo!)

How could you ever try to harm me? (Hoo!)

Kill 'em with the truth, stroll up out the booth

Do the Steph Curry, "Get him off me!" (baaang!)

I'm 'bout to ball out with the zo!

Can't let the salary burn on my own!

We had a traphouse in Vainona, my room was decorated with your hoe!

Stadium brain, she got the Superdome

Had me like "heebie jeebie, baby go!"

Scoop up a fine sweet with the Rover then we gon' drop her off and hit the road

Outta the concrete it was snow, them summers was cooo-oo-oold!

Had to go over and stand on my own

We from the South streets, niggas know

This where the shots creep real slow

As soon as you try speak, triggers blow

I used to cry sleep, not no more

'Cause now my assigned seat is a throo-oo-oo-one

Workin' on the clock

Lay the verse then serve it on the block (mm)

Say the word and have 'em murdered on the spot (mm)

Paperwork, I'm signin' cursive on the dot (mm)

Can't be workin' fliggin' burgers on the job (no)

'Member time when mom was in the jungle (ooo)

Pen phone buzzin' like the bumble (ooo)

Long way away from all that gunsmoke

Now I'm at the venue sittin' front row

Watchin' Phori vibin' with a blunt rolled

'Dale nigga, never seen nothing

'Sept a politician team fronting

Bond note have a teen pumping (doo-doo-doo-doo)

Made it out, it gotta mean something

Made it out, it gotta mean something

Made it out, it gotta mean something