Lambo Truck lyrics

[Intro]
Division
Funk or Die
Call my n*gga on the beat, 'cause my n*gga's got that heat (Yo, Chrisonthabeat)

[Verse]
Look, two-fifty on the Lam' truck
Tell 'em broke n*ggas get they bands up
My young n*gga stuck his mans up
You can see it on my hip when I stand up, look
This sh*t come with pain, envy, and jealousy
I never listened to what the older n*ggas tellin' me
No, that b*tch ain't mine until I check her fee
That n*gga tough online until he R.I.P., look
Ayy, my car and my b*tch ain't got no miles
Yeah, I bought that b*tch sh*t and got her profile
Hit that ho from the back, that ho so loud
KillZone mixed with Runtz, I don't smoke mild (Look)
f*cked my young b*tch and made her cherry pop
My n*gga dropped a four of Tech up in a cherry pop
You can catch me outside on Seminary block
All handshakes and hugs, he a scary opp, look
And what you won't do, the next b*tch will
She been sniffin' all this product out a big bill
All these bad b*tches sayin' I'm a big deal
I used to be a lil' n*gga, now I'm Big Phil, look
Sorry for the Wraith, S 63
You can't keep up in this race, best no compete
Bentley truck on twenty-sixes, n*gga, look at me
All white new Urus with the leather seats