Lamb Truck (feat. Cetti)
These niggas know i'm up, okay!
I put the purp in my cup, okay!
My gun bi, it shoot both ways
Take his life and feel no way
You can't tell me what to do
You can't tell me what to think
I got straps, me and my crew, wet his block up till it sink
This a Lamb Truck, that nigga taking the bus
He get jammed up, my pockets hella stuffed
I don't know nobody, but everybody gone know us
Choppa kickin like Liu Kang, up down left right upper cut
Hit the right nigga bounce out the cut
Hit her right everytime I fuck
I knew her name forever, why the fuck I keep calling her slut
These bitches they be on me, rolling paper origami
I take a perc right after smoking, now imma walk like a zombie
I don't know why, you're gonna act like you're the victim
This shit eat me alive, just the thought of seeing you with him
Tell me get up and fight, but I'm too numb I can't feel my limbs
I just know you're thinking about me when you're with him
Chances and chances and time after time
I wish you were the one hitting my line
Buried inside of the pile of your lies
I don't even know why I even try
Suicidal thoughts in my brain straight from you and I, I went through pain, can't sleep Through the night
I hide all my feelings through the shine of light
I hope I don't have these feelings when I die
I'm in the back i'm lighting up this blunt to fix myself
I had niggas switch up on me, imma get rich myself
Niggas know i'm a one man army, I ain't never need no help
But sometimes real niggas get lonely, most days imma dwell
Send a pack through the mail
I got clientele
Let's keep it forreal
You niggas won't kill
Chop start dumping, I gotta release my shells
She give me brain, I think she went to Yale
These niggas know i'm up, okay!
I put the purp in my cup, okay!
My gun bi, it shoot both ways
Take his life and feel no way
You can't tell me what to do
You can't tell me what to think
I got straps, me and my crew, wet his block up till it sink
This a Lamb Truck, that nigga taking the bus
He get jammed up, my pockets hella stuffed
I don't know nobody, but everybody gone know us
Choppa kickin' like Liu Kang, up down left right upper cut
I put the purp in my cup, okay!
My gun bi, it shoot both ways
Take his life and feel no way
You can't tell me what to do
You can't tell me what to think
I got straps, me and my crew, wet his block up till it sink
This a Lamb Truck, that nigga taking the bus
He get jammed up, my pockets hella stuffed
I don't know nobody, but everybody gone know us
Choppa kickin like Liu Kang, up down left right upper cut
Hit the right nigga bounce out the cut
Hit her right everytime I fuck
I knew her name forever, why the fuck I keep calling her slut
These bitches they be on me, rolling paper origami
I take a perc right after smoking, now imma walk like a zombie
I don't know why, you're gonna act like you're the victim
This shit eat me alive, just the thought of seeing you with him
Tell me get up and fight, but I'm too numb I can't feel my limbs
I just know you're thinking about me when you're with him
Chances and chances and time after time
I wish you were the one hitting my line
Buried inside of the pile of your lies
I don't even know why I even try
Suicidal thoughts in my brain straight from you and I, I went through pain, can't sleep Through the night
I hide all my feelings through the shine of light
I hope I don't have these feelings when I die
I'm in the back i'm lighting up this blunt to fix myself
I had niggas switch up on me, imma get rich myself
Niggas know i'm a one man army, I ain't never need no help
But sometimes real niggas get lonely, most days imma dwell
Send a pack through the mail
I got clientele
Let's keep it forreal
You niggas won't kill
Chop start dumping, I gotta release my shells
She give me brain, I think she went to Yale
These niggas know i'm up, okay!
I put the purp in my cup, okay!
My gun bi, it shoot both ways
Take his life and feel no way
You can't tell me what to do
You can't tell me what to think
I got straps, me and my crew, wet his block up till it sink
This a Lamb Truck, that nigga taking the bus
He get jammed up, my pockets hella stuffed
I don't know nobody, but everybody gone know us
Choppa kickin' like Liu Kang, up down left right upper cut
Credits
Writer(s): Camrhen Blevins
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