THL B Lou - in the lot.

Yeah, I make a lot of money every fuckin' day
On the day I drop, I'm gonna take it to my grave
Smack a nigga up because he misbehave
Now the homies never gonna see another day
They say I'm too hard to handle
Look like Batman blacked out Lambo
She said, can I get yo snap though
Quit yo talkin' stupid ass hoe
Stupid ass hoes, yeah, they like to talk a lot
We make a lot of money and we get a lot of guap
Buying all that fashion, yeah
They thinkin' that they hot
I'm just out here pullin' many Lambos off the lot
Yeah, that ain't a lot
Two days later, I just bought another yacht
Runnin' from the cops, yeah, they really thought V12 engine, I ain't ever gettin' caught
Cause I'm buyin' every Porsche that's in the lot
Yeah, they stackin' money
On the bridges that they built
Let's go burn the bridges down
And get the money killed
I catch a body, I ain't gon' spill
And I'm straight gang for life, I always been real
Yeah, the homie Flaco's trippin' on a molly pill
Once he stepped a foot outside
He said, I'm down to kill
Bust down, strapped up, I'm ready too
Let's go make the opposites look a bunch of fools
Lit my blunt and smoked on this tree
Now I'm feelin' higher than my money
Until the next fuckin' day
Made a couple hundred thousand
With my fuckin' pay, ayy, ayy
I'm the nightmare in the shadows
Got a big chop like I'm Rambo
She told me to sniff that snow though
quit your talkin', stupid ass hoe
Stupid ass hoes, yeah, they like to talk a lot
We make a lot of money and we get a lot of guap
Buying all that fashion, yeah
They thinkin' that they hot
I'm just out here pullin' many Lambos off the lot
Yeah, that ain't a lot
Two days later, I just bought another yacht
Runnin' from the cops, yeah, they really thought V12 engine, I ain't ever gettin' caught
Cause I'm buyin' every Porsche that's in the lot
Yeah I'm out here rappin' and I make a lot of moolah
Iced out every day
I'm sayin' shout-out to my jeweler
I am the king, yeah, I am the ruler
Barely graduated and it's thank you to the Tutor
Many hollow tips, they start to spillin' out the Glock
I'm feelin' kinda crazy when I'm sippin' on the wok
When you shoutin' at me
You sound dumber than a rock
One punch, two punch, now the nigga drop
Straight up out the matrix
When I'm shootin' at you slow-mo
Make a body drop and then we wrap him like a rollo
Ran up on the same damn block like a yo-yo
Yeah, you feelin' great
What if them bullets in your head though
I'm the singer of my band, yo
Thinks he's hard but plays the banjo
Said I'm lookin' fresh like Frozone
One more time, you stupid ass hoe
Stupid ass hoes, yeah, they like to talk a lot
We make a lot of money and we get a lot of guap
Buying all that fashion, yeah
They thinkin' that they hot
I'm just out here pullin' many Lambos off the lot
Yeah, that ain't a lot
Two days later, I just bought another yacht
Runnin' from the cops, yeah, they really thought V12 engine, I ain't ever gettin' caught
Cause I'm buyin' every Porsche that's in the lot

Written by:
Bryson Lucero

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