Trafficker’s Zooboat by FWJOIII3

Chorus

NEE NEE NEE NEE WEE WEE WEE NO NOT ME IM STEPPING UP AWAY FROM MY SPACE INVADERS

I DONT WANNA BE IN THE TRAFFIKERS ZOOBOAT

I SHOWCASE A HABS BAG ANY DAY, WORK IT LIKE GAGA

IT’S ALL YOU FOLKS RISE, PRIDE IN YOUR STRIDE, PAY YOUR PRICE

TIME TO GET OUT OF THE TRAFFIKER’S ZOOBOAT WAY

CHOOSE THE HABS HATS, PICK YOUR FASHION, MAKE IT LAST

Hook

NEE NEE NEEE, NO, NOT ME

STEP UP, RISE UP, BREAK FREE

Verse 2 — RAGS TO DESIGNER

HABS bags from rags

Old sneaky jeans turned clean designer seams

Keeping it Blake‑white basic

But trust, we got this thing laced and sacred

So what if it’s HABS bags, hats

Fumigated sleeping bags, weather tactics

Street survival, trafficker denial

Pork’s off the menu, we going viral

Zara, Gaga, Gucci, Balenciaga

Chanel, Dior, Boss—strike a pose harder

Pop that cork—celebrate dignity

Sustainability with identity

It’s Renaissance time, but different

A resurrection of the street‑resistant

Pre-Chorus

No copper, just let me be

I got the key, no more bumming round

From the cold concrete to new routine

I step up, claim this runway crown

Chorus

NEE NEE NEE NEE WEE WEE WEE NO NOT ME IM STEPPING UP AWAY FROM MY SPACE INVADERS

I DONT WANNA BE IN THE TRAFFIKERS ZOOBOAT

I SHOWCASE A HABS BAG ANY DAY, WORK IT LIKE GAGA

IT’S ALL YOU FOLKS RISE, PRIDE IN YOUR STRIDE, PAY YOUR PRICE

TIME TO GET OUT OF THE TRAFFIKER’S ZOOBOAT WAY

CHOOSE THE HABS HATS, PICK YOUR FASHION, MAKE IT LAST

Hook

NEE NEE NEEE, NO, NOT ME

STEP UP, RISE UP, BREAK FREE