Llama
Llama in my hand, big llama, let it rain
Caught another opp by hittin' me a stain
Hop inside the whip, hit the pack and medicate
Shawty need a plug, cannot accommodate
Fendi on my belt, I'm shining so bright
Three grams on my lip, I'm flying so high
Nothing bring me down, got my chopper gripped tight
Racks on top of racks coming in every night
Money keep callin' my phone, it's a quest line
Fiends tryin' to rob me but I stay with the TEC-9
You can't bother me, you want smoke, it's a drive-by
Found out you an opp, didn't ride with you the last time
Bought a brand new bag worth more than your closet
Please come get your thot, got her wetter than a faucet
She just want my lude, I could triple all her profits
Please don't talk to me, got the chopper in my pocket
Always off the bean, catch me zooted off the pack
Bubby spent some bands and he made 'em right back
Yes I spent a check but now my Glock angry
Pull up on your block, if I see you I'll be aiming
Yes I need the bands, I don't care about the fame B
Cooling with my gang but you'll never see us tame B
Smoking gas pack in the Audi, it's a stanky
Way too many racks in my pockets, I be lazy
Llama in my hand, big llama, let it rain
Caught another opp by hittin' me a stain
Hop inside the whip, hit the pack and medicate
Shawty need a plug, cannot accommodate
Fendi on my belt, I'm shining so bright
Three grams on my lip, I'm flying so high
Nothing bring me down, got my chopper gripped tight
Racks on top of racks coming in every night
Caught another opp by hittin' me a stain
Hop inside the whip, hit the pack and medicate
Shawty need a plug, cannot accommodate
Fendi on my belt, I'm shining so bright
Three grams on my lip, I'm flying so high
Nothing bring me down, got my chopper gripped tight
Racks on top of racks coming in every night
Money keep callin' my phone, it's a quest line
Fiends tryin' to rob me but I stay with the TEC-9
You can't bother me, you want smoke, it's a drive-by
Found out you an opp, didn't ride with you the last time
Bought a brand new bag worth more than your closet
Please come get your thot, got her wetter than a faucet
She just want my lude, I could triple all her profits
Please don't talk to me, got the chopper in my pocket
Always off the bean, catch me zooted off the pack
Bubby spent some bands and he made 'em right back
Yes I spent a check but now my Glock angry
Pull up on your block, if I see you I'll be aiming
Yes I need the bands, I don't care about the fame B
Cooling with my gang but you'll never see us tame B
Smoking gas pack in the Audi, it's a stanky
Way too many racks in my pockets, I be lazy
Llama in my hand, big llama, let it rain
Caught another opp by hittin' me a stain
Hop inside the whip, hit the pack and medicate
Shawty need a plug, cannot accommodate
Fendi on my belt, I'm shining so bright
Three grams on my lip, I'm flying so high
Nothing bring me down, got my chopper gripped tight
Racks on top of racks coming in every night
Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Thureson
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