Lamb Truck lyrics

[Intro]
[?] with another banger, run that sh*t
If you ain't f*cking with Schoolboy, we ain't f*cking with you lil' dirty b*tch
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 sh*t, you on that clout sh*t
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 n*gga if you on that fan sh*t
(Haha, really can't diss on no n*gga if you on that fan sh*t)
b*tch, 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, b*tch 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 n*ggas lay low in your grass like iguana
Treat me like a king, she know I'm a don dada
She calling me daddy, b*tch 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
[Verse: Rylo Rodriguez]
Oh, woah
All these n*ggas tryna follow the wave, can't creep, boy you gone get wiped out
If you see a opp, better get off, cause I ain't tryna be the n*gga that clock out
Rocks in my watch like I slept on the cement
I pray that my n*ggas touch down, f*ck the defense
I drive and repent, I pulled up in a demon
I ain't ridin' the bench, I'm like "Coach, gone put me in"
No Caller ID, she redder than Hi-C, I hope they don't try me, cause that's a free body
Took losses like "Why me?", put n*ggas on my back, that load was so heave I went bought a dolly
Top down in the night time, we dont stop at red lights or stop signs
Tryna help a n*gga but I'm done trying
Went and bought a watch just one time
[?] deeper than a punchline
Miss you, he still ain't talking money, get declined
He ain't made it rapping yet, I told 'em "Keep trying"
f*ck it, go and get a sack like a D-line
Oh woah, I'm memorized by these diamonds, all these VVS's
You see me calling, dont leave me stressing
Before I buy some Jordans, I'll buy a weapon
I'm talking retro .223, that Smith & Wesson