Lamborghini Motorsports

The motor, the Lambo, the clip full of ammo Stallone in the cut and he feeling like Rambo The bitch wanna f*ck and I'm telling her hell no I'm getting so high I now I'm one with the angels I'm off of them drugs, I forgot where the pain was You boys isn't hot you as cold as a penguin She cried on my shoulder, I showed her Topanga She reading me backwards like I was a manga We cut on some Netflix now things getting stranger I hit from the back now her hair getting tangled I set up the mood by just lighting a candle and she want my name to be up on a banner Don't know where she from and she say that she Spanish She came in my life and just like that she vanished Now she acting childish like bro in Atlanta She bend that shit over and pose for the camera Posted outside of your crib like a vandal They say they compare but they can't hold a candle Got to risk life 'cause this shit is a gamble It used to be Adidas now Gucci the sandals Prada, the Gucci, the Louie, the Fendi, and all of that shit that you worry about It won't get you nowhere, it won't get you no money, and I swear to god it ain't gone get you no clout All that I wanted was to make it out Yeah for everyone not just myself Yeah why you be running your mouth Yeah why would I run from a bout Yeah I know what I am about Yeah I just be smoking that dope Yeah I just be smoking the loud Yeah your shit ain't making a sound (Yeah) I'm gonna ride for my team I'm gonna ride for my gang (Yeah) I'm with my homies yeah that's like every day (Yeah) I just be smoking that dope every single day (Yeah) Wasn't gone f*ck your bitch, but she said let's go (aye) The motor, the Lambo, the clip full of ammo Stallone in the cut and he feeling like Rambo The bitch wanna f*ck and I'm telling her hell no I'm getting so high I now I'm one with the angels I'm off of them drugs, I forgot where the pain was You boys isn't hot you as cold as a penguin She cried on my shoulder, I showed her Topanga She reading me backwards like I was a manga The motor, the Lambo, the clip full of ammo Stallone in the cut and he feeling like Rambo The bitch wanna f*ck and I'm telling her hell no I'm getting so high I now I'm one with the angels I'm off of them drugs, I forgot where the pain was You boys isn't hot you as cold as a penguin She cried on my shoulder, I showed her Topanga She reading me backwards like I was a manga (Yeah, woah) (Woah) Made this shit in like 30 minutes man (Woah) Recorded this shit in like 15 minutes bruh (Yeah, woah) Come f*ck with me You know we getting lit on the end of this song