Lamborghini Getaway City Morgue

[Intro]
Uh, Sleezy
Oh my God, Ronny

[Verse 1: SosMula]
Mula! Fuck the fame, I can't switch (No, no)
Pussy niggas ain’t this (Fuck outta here)
Gang-gang, gang shit (Blatt)
Red beam, can't miss (Blow)
Adios, gotta go (Mula!)
Knock your soul out your clothes (Clah)
Whippin' O’s, out the bowl (Work)
I get dough, I control (Mula!)
Pull up in a Vanquish (Skrrt)
Flexin' with your main bitch (Squad)
Still sellin' 'caine bricks (Work)
Talking sign language (Mula!)
I sell blow, lot of blow (Work)
I'm Pablo, El Chapo (Work)
Tippie toe and prod it up (Mula!)
Dolce and Gabbana, ho (Smash)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Ride four deep like carpool (Skrrt)
Bitch on my 'Gram like it's art school (Blow)
Big Tommy-gun like cartoon (Blow)
Shoot niggas down with the harpoon (Grra)
Niggas comin' home for my stake bitch (Fuck)
Where the bricks at? Gotta take the kids (Work)
Where the bricks at? We gon’ break your ribs (Mula!)