Lamb Slump6s

[Intro]
(Yung Rari, Yung Rari)
(R-R-R-Rari)
Yeah, we got bands comin'
All my haters dead broke, I'm countin' dead presidents

[Verse]
All my haters dead broke, yeah, my blick got hangtime
B-Bullets hit yo' elbow, top floor shit this good za'
Twin just copped the lambtruck, SRT my new ride
I told this hoe to stand up, we got sticks on stand by
I can't do no stand-up, these racks ain't no joke
This hoe name, "Hannah", suck me like blow torch
In the cut with Bana, they count these bands up
Pop out with blue bands yuh, pockets on Fanum
Sippin dirty fanta, my cup got nada
Niggas better get they own swag, this gen 5 knocka
Chain cost arm and leg, we tote only knockas
Stay with cooler kit, in the cut like pasta
This hoe left we take that shi and then that nigga lost it
Fuckin with this blasian bitch she said my dick so awesome
Only go for headshots, I can't go below that
For this show need 10, I can't go below that
I just shot the whole crib up, now twin watch me reload that
Let yall niggas run off with it, give my fuckin flow back
Chain big and mighty end up on the fuckin floor man
Pop out, pop out Neimans spend a couple thousand on jackets
I can't love no bitch, I fell in love with Saint Laurent yeah
How the fuck you switched beats, switched onto me you let the world have it
Big ass stick on me yeah yeah this shit will fuckin go get ya
Gang ya bitch on me yeah yeah suck dick like a fuckin soul snatcher
Tellin me to pose action, take picture me dont post it
762 hit like bodey, I ain't switch so now I got og
(Dead presidence) I got niggas snitch on me, hell nah I'll never forget
Gl-Glock came with switch on me it got him nervous as shit
I was with Lil O' in NY whippin' burbans and shit
It's Balenciaga I walk with a purpose in them
(Fuck you six hunnid) Bitch