Lamb Truck Campaign LIQ (Ft. Rylo Rodriguez)

[Intro]
[?] with another banger, run that shit
If you ain't fucking with Schoolboy, we ain't fucking with you lil' dirty bitch
Ooh, Schoolboy T [?]

[Verse: LIQ]
Yeah, Lamb' truck outside, yeah I had to park it
We see a opp, swear to God, we gone spark it
We gone roll up a opp, roll 'em up like some carpet
Like I'm finna go shoppin', just know you my target
Bullets gone sting like a hornet in Charlotte
All of this gas got me reeking like armpits
Boy you not on shit, you on that clout shit
You can pull up and get you and your mans hit
All [?], better hope you can dodge quick
I pour me some drink, finna sip it like Nesquik
I don't need a stylist, I pick out my own fits
She don't get what she want, now she throwing a damn fit
You totin' that gun, better hope you don't jam it
Don't diss on a nigga if you on that fan shit
(Haha, really can't diss on no nigga if you on that fan shit)
Bitch, hotbox thе car, got it lit like a sauna
Don't come around me if you bringing that drama
I hop in a forеign, I came from a Honda
Why you calling my phone if it's not bout a comma
My momma she happy, I got her in Prada
I'm smoking palm trees like I'm up in Bahamas
I mix up the drip, bitch I'm rocking Gabana
My choppa go ape and the clip a banana
You cannot be me, you just a persona
Walk in Dior and pick up what I wanna
My niggas lay low in your grass like iguana
Treat me like a king, she know I'm a don dada
She calling me daddy, bitch I'm not your father
I run up the racks, tryna get my bag larger
Cartier glasses, I look like a scholar
All of these clippers, I look like a barber
Treat you like a son, like I been had your mother