Lamb Chops
Yeahh
Yeahh
Stupid ass
Yeahh look
Havin lamb chops inside a lambo
Fuck up out the spot yeen buying shit then shut my damn door
Naw he not no dummy he in college but he sell ****
You play wit dat cash we gone get active like we jumping rope
Caught a two for one oh das ya friend well brang her with ya
She know im a artist come here bae let me paint a picture
Gettin these B**** bags for cheap I feel like Boston Richey
Cant wait till im rich bussdown my wrist prolly cop a Richard
Fuck it plain jane I prolly cop a rollie
All that fuckin talking what you doin just put that shit in motion
Back when I was li they always use to tell me I was chosen
I got Bitches waitin inside that lobby call me Mr. Mosby
Yeahh Look
And she waitin on me to buss her down just facetime my dawg
He on the camera breakin down Pounds
Treat em like a ref ima Blow my whistle I see him out of bounds
Swear this car to fast I hit the Gas its gone spin round and round
Yeahh Go round and round just like a merry go
I know niggas posted on that block they playing give and go
Where I come from you grew up playing sports or selling ****
How the fuck you hating on me
Im getting this shit you hella broke
Yeahh look
These niggas funny huh
You cant run no laps around me hoe I aint no dummy huh
If you talkin bout some money fuck it den lets run it huh
You can call me jigg aka up it ima pull it huh
Bet not come playin round this house you know I got ***** huh
Smoke exotic weed I went and bought exotic bullies huh
Told em free li gunna where the p's im trynna push em huh
Ballin like im in the league cant play me like no rookie huh
Stupid ass nigga
Yeahh ballin like im in the league but ain got no jumper huh
You call me jigg aka play wit him he dumping huh
Stepping like some reebok's in the nineties trynna pump him up
Yeahh
Like some gas im trynna fill em up
And yo bitch say you not seeing us
Fuck dat man I swear these folks not real as us
Nigga know im posted in his hood I got a stick tucked
Yeahh look I got a stick tucked
Bro get on the ground and dont say none this shit a stick up
Yeahh
I said li bro say you better get up on the ground this shit a stick up
Yeahh
Stupid ass
Yeahh look
Havin lamb chops inside a lambo
Fuck up out the spot yeen buying shit then shut my damn door
Naw he not no dummy he in college but he sell ****
You play wit dat cash we gone get active like we jumping rope
Caught a two for one oh das ya friend well brang her with ya
She know im a artist come here bae let me paint a picture
Gettin these B**** bags for cheap I feel like Boston Richey
Cant wait till im rich bussdown my wrist prolly cop a Richard
Fuck it plain jane I prolly cop a rollie
All that fuckin talking what you doin just put that shit in motion
Back when I was li they always use to tell me I was chosen
I got Bitches waitin inside that lobby call me Mr. Mosby
Yeahh Look
And she waitin on me to buss her down just facetime my dawg
He on the camera breakin down Pounds
Treat em like a ref ima Blow my whistle I see him out of bounds
Swear this car to fast I hit the Gas its gone spin round and round
Yeahh Go round and round just like a merry go
I know niggas posted on that block they playing give and go
Where I come from you grew up playing sports or selling ****
How the fuck you hating on me
Im getting this shit you hella broke
Yeahh look
These niggas funny huh
You cant run no laps around me hoe I aint no dummy huh
If you talkin bout some money fuck it den lets run it huh
You can call me jigg aka up it ima pull it huh
Bet not come playin round this house you know I got ***** huh
Smoke exotic weed I went and bought exotic bullies huh
Told em free li gunna where the p's im trynna push em huh
Ballin like im in the league cant play me like no rookie huh
Stupid ass nigga
Yeahh ballin like im in the league but ain got no jumper huh
You call me jigg aka play wit him he dumping huh
Stepping like some reebok's in the nineties trynna pump him up
Yeahh
Like some gas im trynna fill em up
And yo bitch say you not seeing us
Fuck dat man I swear these folks not real as us
Nigga know im posted in his hood I got a stick tucked
Yeahh look I got a stick tucked
Bro get on the ground and dont say none this shit a stick up
Yeahh
I said li bro say you better get up on the ground this shit a stick up
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Writer(s): Amari Kidd
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