Lambo Truck
Chaching
Yeah
I mean really
Who fucking with me
I spit that crack rock
I'm Straight off the back block
I'm Strapped wit black glock
If you reach for my chain get yo ass shot
100k in da stash spot
I went from a half not to Half got
Pulled up in a black drop
I'm getting cash till my casket Drop
Put that on god
I spit that crack rock
I'm Straight off the back block
I'm Strapped wit black glock
If you reach for my chain get yo ass shot
100k in da stash spot
I went from a half not to Half got
Pulled up in a black drop
I'm getting cash till my casket Drop
Put that on god
Check catalog
Lambo truck Im da matador
My money up like my pockets just popped a Adderall
I aint mad at y'all
Either I'm in the booth
Or at mall
Same shit different tissue
Sipping thick juice
I got issues
And red beams on my pistols
Real diamonds no crystals
Nigga we on our grizzle
We too official
Umma kill you
Before I diss you
Or do a interview
That's the shit a beginner do
Top down in the winter
That's what winners do
I'm bout to get a mill and I ain't talking dinner boo
Smoke a backwood and
Then I put this wood in to you
Got a crib in the woods plus my room gotta view
Couple old schools
But the Lamborghini got it new
It's logical
Im from hood umma I do what gotta do
Pulled up in ah demon Plus I'm rocking Prada too
Wit the spirit of pac but I flow like big poppa do
I spit that crack rock
I'm Straight off the back block
I'm Strapped wit black glock
If you reach for my chain get yo ass shot
100k in da stash spot
I went from a half not to Half got
Pulled up in a black drop
I'm getting cash till my casket Drop
Put that on god
I spit that crack rock
I'm Straight off the back block
I'm Strapped wit black glock
If you reach for my chain get yo ass shot
100k in da stash spot
I went from a half not to Half got
Pulled up in a black drop
I'm getting cash till my casket Drop
Put that on god
I spit it like nobody ever did
No wait, that ah understatement, I'm really my worst critic
Nowadays niggas take a hot beat and they adlib it
I toe tag it
Put it in a body bag and then zip it
And when I whip it
You know the recipe specific
Every time I let em taste it
They tellin me its terrific
I pull right over in traffic
I'm trying get a ticket
That jewelry dripping and she looking like she tryin lick it
This lil thot like my glock so you know I'm trying stick it
I might shoot the club up like shine po did it
New glock nine like rando wit
Running thru stop signs to the condo wit it
Pronto
Skip convo
Smoking fronto
Wit a fine ho
In Milano
Rip Sammy D that was realest nigga I know
blood diamonds
Got em straight outta the Congo
New watch But aint no time tho
I spit that crack rock
I'm Straight off the back block
I'm Strapped wit black glock
If you reach for my chain get yo ass shot
100k in da stash spot
I went from a half not to Half got
Pulled up in black a drop
I'm getting cash till my casket Drop
Put that on god
I spit that crack rock
I'm Straight off the back block
I'm Strapped wit black glock
If you reach for my chain get yo ass shot
100k in da stash spot
I went from a half not to Half got
Pulled up in black a drop
I'm getting cash till my casket Drop
Put that on god
Yeah
I mean really
Who fucking with me
I spit that crack rock
I'm Straight off the back block
I'm Strapped wit black glock
If you reach for my chain get yo ass shot
100k in da stash spot
I went from a half not to Half got
Pulled up in a black drop
I'm getting cash till my casket Drop
Put that on god
I spit that crack rock
I'm Straight off the back block
I'm Strapped wit black glock
If you reach for my chain get yo ass shot
100k in da stash spot
I went from a half not to Half got
Pulled up in a black drop
I'm getting cash till my casket Drop
Put that on god
Check catalog
Lambo truck Im da matador
My money up like my pockets just popped a Adderall
I aint mad at y'all
Either I'm in the booth
Or at mall
Same shit different tissue
Sipping thick juice
I got issues
And red beams on my pistols
Real diamonds no crystals
Nigga we on our grizzle
We too official
Umma kill you
Before I diss you
Or do a interview
That's the shit a beginner do
Top down in the winter
That's what winners do
I'm bout to get a mill and I ain't talking dinner boo
Smoke a backwood and
Then I put this wood in to you
Got a crib in the woods plus my room gotta view
Couple old schools
But the Lamborghini got it new
It's logical
Im from hood umma I do what gotta do
Pulled up in ah demon Plus I'm rocking Prada too
Wit the spirit of pac but I flow like big poppa do
I spit that crack rock
I'm Straight off the back block
I'm Strapped wit black glock
If you reach for my chain get yo ass shot
100k in da stash spot
I went from a half not to Half got
Pulled up in a black drop
I'm getting cash till my casket Drop
Put that on god
I spit that crack rock
I'm Straight off the back block
I'm Strapped wit black glock
If you reach for my chain get yo ass shot
100k in da stash spot
I went from a half not to Half got
Pulled up in a black drop
I'm getting cash till my casket Drop
Put that on god
I spit it like nobody ever did
No wait, that ah understatement, I'm really my worst critic
Nowadays niggas take a hot beat and they adlib it
I toe tag it
Put it in a body bag and then zip it
And when I whip it
You know the recipe specific
Every time I let em taste it
They tellin me its terrific
I pull right over in traffic
I'm trying get a ticket
That jewelry dripping and she looking like she tryin lick it
This lil thot like my glock so you know I'm trying stick it
I might shoot the club up like shine po did it
New glock nine like rando wit
Running thru stop signs to the condo wit it
Pronto
Skip convo
Smoking fronto
Wit a fine ho
In Milano
Rip Sammy D that was realest nigga I know
blood diamonds
Got em straight outta the Congo
New watch But aint no time tho
I spit that crack rock
I'm Straight off the back block
I'm Strapped wit black glock
If you reach for my chain get yo ass shot
100k in da stash spot
I went from a half not to Half got
Pulled up in black a drop
I'm getting cash till my casket Drop
Put that on god
I spit that crack rock
I'm Straight off the back block
I'm Strapped wit black glock
If you reach for my chain get yo ass shot
100k in da stash spot
I went from a half not to Half got
Pulled up in black a drop
I'm getting cash till my casket Drop
Put that on god
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Writer(s): Saleem Derry
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