Lamborghini Boys (feat. Nardo Wick)

Tay Keith fuck these n---as up
Lamborghini boys we the ones who got it popping
Hoe got a cute face but she ain't nothing without no body
Marco just went Hellcat fuck it I'll go Mazzi
Ain't tryna be in the studio I'm tryna sell exotic
You can ask around the city they gon tell you we the hottest
Every time that I'm outside you best believe that I'm gon pop it
Take a trip I don't gotta take no bags get there and I'm shopping
Everybody wanna be in them streets till bodies get to dropping
If you drop a diss lil buddy knocking off your noggin
Bitch got some good brain I can tell she went to college
I get fly as hell I probably should've been a pilot
She say she like her privacy I fucked her on a island
Amiri jeans size 29 one thousand
He still flexing a 20 ball so childish
I grew up had to teach myself no guidance
We fresh to death my headstone say no stylist
I don't need no fucking help
Did this shit all by myself
Fine shit looking like Glorilla
Eat it like Teanna Trump
Bags cheap I get them gone
Can't tell you who I get them from
I been going crazy in my city turned into the plug
Lamborghini boys we the ones who got it popping
Hoe got a cute face but she ain't nothing without no body
Marco just went Hellcat fuck it I'll go Mazzi
Ain't tryna be in the studio I'm tryna sell exotic
You can ask around the city they gon tell you we the hottest
Every time that I'm outside you best believe that I'm gon pop it
Take a trip I don't gotta take no bags I get there and I'm shopping
Everybody wanna be in them streets till bodies get to dropping
Trackhawk boys we really geeked that's how we coming
Everybody want to beef until my n---as get to dumping
Throwing up sign but no I didn't vomit
When this 40 crack his egg I bet he fold like a omelet
N---as said they sliming and he never seen a snake
Pulled up they was bumping music when we hopped out with them Ks
We hopped out got to clapping muscles playing A Bay Bay
Introvert don't like to talk well shit it ain't too much to say
Why that n---a hate I probably fucked that n---a hoe
Why that hoe in love might be my swag I don't know
Street n---a before rap before I blew I let it blow
I'm not Michael Myers once it's up can never let it go
Lamborghini boys we the ones who got it popping
Hoe got a cute face but she ain't nothing without no body
Marco just went Hellcat fuck it I'll go Mazzi
Ain't tryna be in the studio I'm tryna sell exotic
You can ask around the city they gon tell you we the hottest
Every time that I'm outside you best believe that I'm gon pop it
Take a trip I don't gotta take no bags I get there and I'm shopping
Everybody wanna be in them streets till bodies get to dropping



Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Gomringer, Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Tim Gomringer, Henry Lotas-sherratt, Horace Walls, Darius Thornton
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