I mean, I'm in the Lambo, and I keep two or three gun like a Rambo
Few extra rounds, I don't run out of ammo Creeping at night in a black like it's camo
We the ones selling work at the Bando ARP cinema, I laugh like a banjo
Got the whole nigga, she going commando I had her screaming like my name was Van Gogh
We the richest young niggas around Clear the whole room, everybody get down
Like some men, I came in on the ground Down somewhere, you can't reach like a cloud
Everywhere I go, they say I'm loud I'm smoking dope, I don't care what's allowed
Getting deals, I know my mama proud I'm one of the ones don't fit in with the crowd
Hundreds and fifths, get in with me I just might lower the price
I try to stay out the way, but these niggas be hanging with them
Or you can't put them in rights One day you feel you on top of the world
And next you in the ceiling, they taking your rights
And if this rapping start working and trapping start working
Then I'm finna go on a heist I ain't no pastor, but I'm finna preach on the beat
I done got your rent on my feet Shout out, come down, have this hoe screaming
Get her like me, can I need a few K for a fee?
Cause the hoe knew where I was and we ain't even me
Let her suck me up, drop like a leech
When I take me, it's no game, cause I'm playing for keys
They gon' stop till the mission complete
Ay, I can't stop, it was days that I didn't have a dollar
I'm in some loud engine, wild like a toddler
I'm bout to back, I ain't trying to be popular
Dreadhead hitters, they looking like rocks
She slurp me up like she eating no pasta
Keep a few hoes on my team, need a roster
Don't got it back, then I ain't try to holler
I got the hoes lit off a few shots of cost
I'm in lamb in a Lambo, and I keep two or three gun like I'm Rambo
Few extra rounds, I don't run out of ammo
Creeping at night in all black like it's camo
We the ones selling work at the bando
ARP sent on my lap like a banjo
Got the hoe naked, she going commando
I had her screaming like my name was Van Gogh
Ay, I knew that I was that nigga, sent burp
I'm in the trap, I ain't stealing no purse
This chick, I'm natural, I ain't gotta rehearse
From the back, make her lift up her skirt
Fly the hoe out, I might take her to church
Smoking a rib, you trapping reverse
I mean good, I don't need no dessert
Feel like the voice of the streets like I'm dirt
Ay, I couldn't save a thousand for none
Now I spend a few thousand on none
I got the chop and the bro got a bun
Talk about back, it's my only discussion
She make it clap like she playing percussion
Been in the field, got me feeling like
Justin hits hoe with me cause I do what he does
And got too many cars like I'm working for Sutton
I mean lamb in a Lambo
And I keep two or three guns like I'm Rambo
Few extra rounds, I don't run out of ammo
Creeping at night in our black like it's camo
We the ones selling work at the bando
ARP sent on my lap like a banjo
Got the hoe naked, she going commando
I had her screaming like my name was Van Gogh
We the ones selling work at the bando